to say that i am at an odd point in my life would be an understatement. to say that i was not wishing for a home would be a lie. my idea changes from day to day, the home that i wish for and the home that i dream of. i used to think of glorious things and beautiful places, and now i want nothing more than the people dream with, and wish for. to hope and dream is one thing, but to live is quite another. the world lacks a home for its people. turmoil, terror, and sadness overwhelm the vagabonds. when will they be home. when will we all be home.
i see my home, it is only a matter of reaching her. find yours as i have found mine. keep moving to it.
tim.
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