93 million miles from the Sun, people get ready get ready,
’cause here it comes it’s a light, a beautiful light, over the horizon into our eyes
Sandra wandered long the broken road; tired sometimes but always found ways to get the spirit ignited. She once lost and tossed and then crashed hard. But she moved past failures and gave another chance over; even when it meant starting over, yet again and again.
“ Life is about finding a home, a place or a thing that makes you feel like coming back anytime, and I’m finding it by traveling from one country to another. Simply, to find ‘my home’ .” Keenan was stark overwhelming by the wishful possibility of his future invention; of a ‘home’ in its purest possible definition, in its most essence. Sandra made pause and gave moment a silence to reenact her own of the same concern. She moved aside her strawberry cake in exchange of her giving a serious attention to the figure in front of him; and it was shown vividly by her transparent made form wrinkled on her forehead. Not until she realized a few minutes later the book in her grasp ‘ Are you living or existing’ by Kimanzi Constable gave her a mental burst.
She made firm contact with him before she was ready with her utterance, ” Here, Keenan, hear. At least if you do it right, you will love where you are .” Keenan gave a chance to the words to seep in his mind, “ If you do it right… ”
Every road is a slippery slope
There is always a hand that you can hold on to.
Looking deeper through the telescope
You can see that your home’s inside of you