My home is many miles away from me. Outside, my eyes are observing a great river, black earth, and the prairies. Over time, I started to call all places home, but my heart is beating in another place.
One question is living in my mind: “How can I love a person that I don’t know?” I don’t know the things that make you happy, or how you like your coffee, or how you expect me.
Into the wild, I am hoping for you, because at this moment I am lost between the past and the future. My present life is awaiting your lips. I want to give flowers in life to you. Please, wait for me, because I am going to your arms.