This blog is an advice blog and as I sit alone in this hotel room I'm trying to gather my own wisdoms to get me home today .
The real journey is our silent one . The one we walk alone . So many people think for instance I'm searching for love .
Indeed I'm not seeking it out , I just want to find it in a passing crowd - and hold its hand .
I fly a thousand miles and I find myself here writing you .
Because what I do know is, I find myself grabbing at finger tips as one is always letting go -
I have no answer . I do know that I found myself in a pile of tears last night , not because I'm confused or lost , but tired
Tired of being another face
Among a hundred faces
In the crowd
- Agent Orange