tigresslilly

I miss the road.  I miss the space.  I miss the air and the wind and the rustle.  I miss waking up next to someone.  I miss living my life and my selfish spoiled nomadic existence where nothing was stable but there was still love and hope and laughter and dance.  I've traded up eventually I guess but it sure doesn't feel that way right now. What I miss could fill tomes and still what I want seems like a daunt open wasteland of uncertain guesses.  At least I'm still moving.