Friday, 13 March 2009
Maybe I drifted in to uncharted territory, serenaded by a lunatics full moon and bustled by the winds of insanity. I never took it as destiny or fate, life just seems to turn out that way. The people you meet, the messages in dreams all seem to point in the same direction. The rotting roots won't hold you up so you keep moving. Following signs and looking for ways but the road is only as long as you are willing to walk. No streets are paved with gold and there always comes a time when you want to lay down new roots and have a feeling of home.