I am American. A Southerner and Floridian. I am English, Czech and Indian. I am perfectly imperfect and imperfectly perfect. Significant beyond measure and yet a speck of sand in the great deserts.
I am lost and found. A believer in the goodness of mankind and scared to death of my own dark possibilities.
A seeker and deep wanderer. Complacent and moved by selfishness.
I am moved by ceremony and many times untouched by beauties and graces that surround me.
I am thankful yet much of my life shows no sign of that.
Many times I can’t say what I mean and I wonder if it’s a lack of command for words or if deep down it’s my heart.
I know there is something bigger than me but can rarely define it.
I am insecure and yet completely comfortable with who I am and the journey I’m on.
I am full of the world. Full of love and many times full of shit. Sometimes I have a hard time knowing the difference.
I am here and I am gone. I reach out and hold close.
I am you and you are me.
Do you know me? Does any of this ring a bell?
Thank you for lending me your ear. I have written this straight and from stream of conciousness. No editing.