I'm walking down the street for what feels like ages,
Around the corner and down another block. Past what should be a familiar tree with signs on it, Through the green thicket where the trash of the homeless litter the grassy knoll.

I should know where I am but I don't.

At least not for that split second or five minutes.

Somethings going on and I have no clue what it is. The sky is more mesmerizing than ever and secretly I wish for a gift from god. To remove any obstacles in my sight and in my mind just to allow me to take that perfect photo, that perfect painting and show it to this world. So that they may see their world through my eyes. But god grants no such gifts, nor in a sense does he acknowledge his own existence to us. We idly sit here and live our life praying to something that may or may not be....and the world slowly moves on.


This is not how my story ends...

More to come.