The stretch into australia...

Like a giant frozen valley spread across Canada, maybe something like Greenland, maybe the look of the antarctic. The clouds home to a congested soul, dying to let loose. Across the oceans, feet so far from home, Macauly Culkin couldn't fathmn the alone time. behind the beaten track of many others, diggin up my own gold bars, my own scars, on the road to better health and sunshine where the lines written, a new script.
Here comes another layer of clouds on this cake above the atmosphere. Ready to fall off the side of the earth any moment. Looking down at the pond without a trace of life, being out there on a ship I could feel the pleasure, the full out freedom and freshness of being at sea.

What league is it where a woman thinks she holds all the keys, running the show from the staring eye of uncontroleable boy, they build and destroy, strutt across pavement like grazing doe. Swaggering skirts, all fresh haircuts, perfected eye make-up and the look to set up a pick n choose. The chat is short, something like the breaking of ribs, if your carriage is broken and horses are old, loveliness remain on a t.v screen. Searching for turtles in the depths beneath these collections of gas. Thousands of miles, fish of all sorts, swimming together to the mouth of bigger, faster species, walking into the nets of commercial exploition for riches. Always dancing to the same songs, listening to the same beat, acting like the cold walls of this ship. Throwing fits we'd go back and forth, same story about how the love should be more, that cash and cars are more than just pawns in the game. If the man is not ready to share and embrace the idea of giving than he should turn around and go home.

Here I am willing to spill it when necessary, my heart, your worth, i'll be there when you need guidance and warmth, i'll hold you when you feel alone. But this is not the sharing we need, this is not the giving man a greedy pig seek. Why do I spin the wheel and walk the earth alone, because I am out for self first. Don't ever settle for second best, don't ever say that there is not more for you. Driving your esixtance for property, fame or wealth may bring you these things, but the trees are listening and there is much more worse about being lonely instead of alone.

I know you get me, I know there are a few out there that feel my trust and truth. I'll hold you all close and we should band together... so where is the understanding, the good nature. There are a few people out there, from the powers that be, we crossed paths with no coincedence. It may have been short lived, but I believe in listening to something deeper. We may never see each other again, we may never do anything for each other, but I feel your heart and love you for your nature.

So he finally reaches AUSTRALIA, and the person he was looking for is not exactly there. Still the same man, feeling the same within, interacting with the same mentality. The spirit wants to live, there is this surge od desperation. It's beautiful here, the beaches run the length of a town. Sand squeeking on the approach, stars and skies the sight I wanted for all that I have tried. The course has just begun, the road still long and so much more to explore, but sometimes I fear my own shadow.
Met these people from France, first thing I say is "Oh my girlfriend is from France, her name is Leatitia Latapy and she is from 'La Motte Servolex'" A beautiful woman who I am pretty confident to say, loves this guy more than anyone. She s got my back no matter what. Fell in love a long while ago and been running form it since. For all the time invested to take this on, couldn't turn back.
Some have said that I will fall into someones grips while finding time, this mind can say what it will, I fell in already and starve to forget.... with all the best intentions.

"this unconscious was so cowardly that the best partner it could choose for its little comedy was this miserable provincial waitress with practically no chance at all to enter his life" - Milan Kundera (unbearable lightness of being)

' a person who longs to leave the place where he lives is an unhappy person.'