Waiting For The Wind To Pick Up

I know you are out there.you . . .I always knew this toobut yes, I admit itmy faith was questioned and my doubts were mounting I am here with you nowThen again, where else would I be?Where else would I be, unless the Godshad other plansand yet, same as the driftwood and the shells washed ashore;everything we see and everything we feel was predetermined by fateso that destiny could solidify our placebeside one another. I do believe in thiseven if this is silly, like a kidor even if this is a foolish as wishing on a starthen finelet me be the fool this timeand I’d be fine to be like that kiddestined for this –you . . . Here I amend of dayThe beach, Point LookoutJuly 4, 2026.All I can say is if you don’t know, then you don’t know and you won’t understand so then . . let me explainor do my bestto help you understand I am here before you, my world, my Godmy beliefs and my dream.I am standing at the edge between land and sea and thinking my thoughts, feeling my feelings while skipping empty…