Daily I sit it front of this computer staring at the blinking icon, waiting for the words that drown my thoughts daily while I drive, shower, take out the trash. Every day I sit and wish for some clarity as to why I feel everything the way I do.

     This life is suffocating. I wake up each morning knowing that I don't belong here. This PLACE is no longer home...if it ever was. I travel these streets with expectation but I'm in constant disconnect with everything around me. I can't pretend to be someone I'm not and yet I follow the leader like a team player. I'm caught somewhere between obligation and the need to break these binds and see again. Of course I won't, unless you count the few random times I run away to retrieve some sense of freedom that got caught in the wind and blew too far East, West, North, South. 

     Most days I sit in my cubicle with a "Gone 2 Peru" sign stuck to the wall.