Once there was a way to get back home...once there was a love so true and pure, I believed in rainbows and skies of blue, but those were dreams and it seems that dreams can never come true...my share of losing, so here I am, washed up upon the rocky shores of my destitute dreams,broken hearted, forelorn bleeding and scarred and I cry oceans of ink. , As if our souls weremaleable playthings, mere footmats for the eaisily disenchanted. What goodis it living in a world where love is just another four letter word? Just when you think you've got it right BOOM it explodes in your face.Enough of my personal woes. I love travelling I think there is an explorer gene common to people with itchy feet. On a personal note, I am developping, I'm in a constant state of flux a metamorphis between who I am, who I was, and whom I would like to be and whom I would like to become. I look back in the mirror and smile at the one who was, healing the bleeding scars of pesonal pain. I look out through the window of the future, and smile with hopeful generosity at the one who will be. I learn through my errors and my experiences and I try to improve each day, if only a tiny thing. This task is now much easier for certain, and I ask myself why I didn't apply these principles before? I have traveled but ignored the gift I was offered. I have studied but have not learnt. I have looked but not seen, I have heard but have not listened. Life is short, to realise that and to not enjoy it fully is the greatest of all crimes. To know these things and to express them, admit them and face them is already a good step towards changing them. A step in the right direction on the path to internal happiness along the highway which leads to eternity's rainbow. I am the phoenix rising and reborn from ashes, inflicted pain and suffering of internal strife and hardship. bless you