Sky Miles

The wind crawls across my flesh, carrying smells from faraway people, a faraway life and society, busy and bustling about. What am I that I cannot find myself with them? I was with them…. but not anymore… do they even know I’m missing? I run my fingers across the scars of my past and remember how they befell me… or do I? I don’t know and it doesn’t matter. I just lie back and enjoy the breeze. Every thought leads to another. Every thought is me overcoming whatever I was before and becoming something more. I am constantly identifying myself with the world around me in some way or another and each new thought aids me in this process. I cannot help but still feel the sadness. I don’t want to be alone but…. who could possibly keep me company? Who could possibly understand the painstaking process of this individualistic evolution of the spirit, this one that is just for me? I sometimes wonder if the hole in my heart is there to remind me not of all that I yearn to fill it with and that it cannot truly be filled, but a reminder to always be open to new things, thoughts, and ideas. Onwards!