Waiting, Airports and Time. Three things that lack any form of meaning to me at this moment. I am not sure how long I've been travelling for but it must be over a day now. Home is no longer a place for me but a complex relationship between people and experiences that leave my soul at comfort and ease.
What a funny thing us humans do, we often think we know what others are thinking but when we begin to doubt our knowledge, anxiety and paranoia begins to overwhelm us when in fact, we never really know do we. Should we accept "rational reasoning" as a form of understanding?
The psychological uncertainty that exists can lead to suffering if one begins to duel on it, but how interesting does it become if we substitute the word "assume" for the word "hope". So lets hope.
There was a sense of intimacy and innocence that no longer seems to exist, for we are separated by ideals, geographical boarders and desires in life. Miami taught me to live, to not do anything that isn't in my interest and embrace the highest form of knowledge, that is beauty and love for it is genius and needs no explanation.
Maybe Miami was a love affair.
Home feels like Miami today.