Places to go

(Places to go - Anouk)

I have a small bag, with unimportant preparations. A set of luggage dropped in the sand behind me. And yet a long windy coast to walk, setting up adventure 2, this time with more water to enjoy. I've had enough of the values of others. My feelings have retreated back into my soul, where they are supported by my will and mind. So that they can live out their meanings, without them being attached to someone else. And now I can travel along, with anyone, I have places to go, this old me is not my home anymore.

I will build a new home, with bricks, rocks, sand and mortar. Building it up with blood sweat and tears. It will be a home without windows, without doors, without rooms. No entrance, no exit. Just a roof and a garden, a garden the size of the planet. And I will organise garden dinner parties. So that people can visit, and see my home, and see but a pile of bricks, to which they can sit upon and see my entire garden. That will be my home.

Join me, I got cookies.