Mission

Sometimes home becomes an unknown. A place that no longer connects with your perception of reality. so in love, you throw a kiss and say goodbye. You set off on your mission to find a new tribe. This isn't as difficult as it may seem. Though love must be the primary purpose. The mission of finding those with similar truths. It's a nice rack to hang your hat. It's a warm fire that dries your boots and warms up your feet. It's less alone in your universe. Smiles of satisfaction to be on this mission.