A path once chosen...

It feels like a lifetime since I last wrote..and well it could be. No longer in Istanbul, how strange. I've traversed the world it seems to end up where I least expected to be.
A bit melancholy, perhaps it's Bach, the cello suites were never lighthearted. Yet it suits my mood, introspective, contemplative. Therefore reader be forewarned!
Would that I could stifle these urges that goad and push for more. MORE what is more! There is no definition really, it is wanting what you do not have yet when you have..are we satisfied..for the moment, a day, a week and then it's back! Do all human beings have this craving, this impulsiveness to uproot their whole world on a whim, or so it seems sometimes. For what? sigh...A longing..
I've traveled the world, or a part of it, and for that I am grateful. I have been allowed to see, smell and live with others while they went about their lives. I've made friends which I can love and miss their companionship dearly.. I've matured perhaps too much..for this place seems to have stood still.
One day I will write about all the joy there was in traversing my little world, but not today, not with Bach's cellos playing in the background...
Alone once more, who would have thought it would be this difficult...surrounded by people one longs for piece yet once granted...can it be taken back.
once more a floating weed,
off the coast of the atlantic,
too far
both sides of the shore...so far...
destined to float on the sea,
or get dragged under by the current...