My life is ruled by a broken compass; travel I must.. I try to plan but that is folly... I stroll through life with a crooked smile enjoying the simplicity of existence. Sometimes I wonder why I was made so different what was her plan? Was it just a sick sense of humor or a journey that only I was made to fulfill. The next quest looms over my head. The hidden path the secret and sacred gate. Back to her arms I go with a evil glint in my eyes. The lunacy, the passion. the drive, people just don't understand. But for some reason my momma does she pushes me, helps me, gives me the boost I need. I make the list and pack the pack. Stretch my legs and prepare for the journey only she knows where it will truly take me. I'm walking towards the fire with a cup of water. I am gonna, burn, burn, burn...
Thoughts on going back to the trail. This time the Mountain To Sea Trail 1000 miles through North Carolina...