I'm impatient to begin. I'm impatient to begin knocking at all odd doors. I'm impatient to begin travelling far away. I'm impatient to write along the way. I'm impatient to dance along the oceans that bewilder you. You see? People like me are crazy. We know no bounds. We are restless. We are seeking. We are always one step out the door. We never leave a trace, although we wish to. Our heart belongs to several homes simultaneously. Our minds always occupied with dreams. Our dreams introducing us to infinite possibilities of being. And our being, a grain in the boundless substance of existence.
Sing to us sometimes.