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Here we go...these dreams...these aspirations...that can't be put into action because of what?...money...means...fear...the need for me to have everything perfect...my inability to be spontaneous...that's too spontaneous...must plan...must have a plan...a place to live...a connection....a fucking job. It's calling to me...life...stimulation...homesickness...it's calling my name so loud...I plug my ears, but the sound comes from my heart...my soul...it's calling to me...the green pastures...the rich history...the feeling I had...there...alone...with the breathtaking land around me...it was there that I could breath deep...the air smelled of opportunity, knowledge, and love...here we go...dreams again...or are they? She's says I'll be too homesick...I think I'll be at home.