Confusion followed by the unsettling feeling of fate.
Traveling is fucked up… missing your home love, encountering foreign love. Great to experience as much as possible, yet, the more you end up seeing the more you end up wanting. It really ends up rattling the head.
This game of life is forever tearing on the soul. Stimulus coming from so many directions, where to go and for how long… what to do?
Who cares?