poetandknowit19 Dec 2002

To understand the West you have to live with it. It is in your blood before you know it and that is why you migrate there, to the openness, to the element of lost mystery, to escape. There are always people running from something in the west. I came here with 26 dollars in my pocket and the thought of a girl and I have been hiding ever since. It is here where you can actually understand the pain of silence. The loss and the battle of a frontier. Flux and stillness. Sadness and beauty. You fell small here and understand why you are small. Things never make sense, but somehow in the vastness, you become comfortable with that.