As a child I would dive into books to discover new worlds and learn about alternate existences. As I got older I would move from place to place. Each time I would get a peek into a new universe with new experiences teaching me about different experiences.. The displacement became a welcome refuge. It wasn’t until my first taste of foreign soil that I began to find the sustenance I had been longing for. A new hunger was awakened and I began to long for the brief periods of being; escape into the unknown. Each time I was dropped into a strange place, surrounded by strange sights and alien languages, I felt a sense of peace.
Now it has become a necessary experience to awaken my spirit. It is during my travels that I start to remember myself. But still the path is unclear. Pieces of mismatched puzzles lay scattered around me, but no picture shows itself. All parts of a whole– disjointed and lost. Forgotten is the placement and how all the parts fall into place. Each land I walk upon whispers it’s secrets but quite often it is all lost in translation. My limited tongue lacks the ability to form the correct words, especially in my lative language. So here I am on the refreshing new soil of yet another land. Picking up new pieces to the indecipherable puzzle of my life. Despite everything having been brought into focus, still no picture forms