Migration
We journey, not to grasp a final haven, but within the realms of our minds, migrating from serenity to the turbulent contours that shape our ebb and flow. Until we unearth equilibrium, embrace harmony, and truly inhabit our own skin. Pondering beyond the realm of imperfect minds and the superconscious, when tangible proof eludes us. We wonder beyond (the everyday in the mind of) imperfection and super conscious of having nothing to show. Rest assured now my fellow traveller - we have our solitude and contemplation.