Longing. Longing for a wave of love that would stir in me.
That's what makes me clumsy. The absence of pleasure.
Desire for love. Desire to love.
--Marion, Wings of Desire
In my 38th year I fled my life
for no good reason,
so it was said.
Surely wanting to leave
is reason enough.
Cities I adored. Idolized. Romanticized.
In pursuit of magic. In search of home.