I don't want to say I'm lost. My mind has gotten tired of trying to keep up. Every headline back talks its last breaking update. We are writing things on social media that aren't meant to harm but without vocal inflection there's infliction. There's a presence of energy sitting within inches of our nearest touch. we can't reach it because we've become accustom to having everything handed to us. This invisible source of energy says, "Find me." And like the wanderers we are we shrug our shoulders and venture toward a more acceptable path. Only to hear the voice again, "Find me." Where?How? Why? Does it even matter? "Find me. Learn from the journey."