December 4, 2011

It's too much. Sometimes the sensory overloads my mind. Too many new places, too many new scenes, too many new faces. It feels like I'm missing so much by seeing so much. I love every moment; I just regret that my mind can be in only one moment in Time, the Great Thief and Hoarder. There is so much more to know and so much more to remember. It is as if every time I open my eyes, I am taken captive to a new dream, a new breathtaking vista, a new wave of thoughts crashing down on those former. And if there were ever a beauty in transience, I am the lowly guest sitting placidly underneath the grand orchestra of all things magnificent that Motion ably bears. To let the eye roam through thick jungle mountains, to be led atop the jagged glaciers, to wander for hours across desert terrain, to hop freely from star to star, to know the moment of laughter disclosed through the eyes around me--all a microcosm of my wandering mind, my time-traveling thoughts, my hopes, my dreams for the future, for my beautiful friends, for the kids in the orphanage--let the eyes find what is Good and never let go.