Your heat begins to ache and throb, longing for a journey that will allow your being to soar.
You sit in a crowded room among souls laughghing, cheering all along your eyes are only allowed to see an empty black hole filled with more darkness each time you blink your eyes.
To others you appear to be the center of attention thriving on their every word, engulfed in their lives and situations. All the time fantasizing about a gondella ride on a humid night in Venice. Or a crimson red sunset streaking the sky of a French valley.
Angela Davis
3/28/00
