pretty places on empty faces in Book of Lies.....

There is more needed than looking at pictures of places to satisfy ones wanderlust.

Yes it is lovely to look at and the colors are stimulating. But can you smell the salt in the air and feel the trade winds on your face?

Do you actually feel the heat on your face as you look to the setting sun. Feel the sand on your barefeet as it cools now that sun has decided to go it’s way for another day?
Pictures of streams in the forest are lovely but I cannot hear the babble of the water or feel the cool and damp under the umbrella of trees

There is not sweat on my brow from making my way up the trails to open vistas that break suddenly from the forest dark

The world cannot only come in pixels and electric images of what I hope to see. It must live and breathe as do I. I must leave my footprints in the sand. The sand must remember I was there.

Otherwise we are no more than the screen that lights our nights and lies to us saying have our lives fulfilled living as images in someone elses mind.

Last updated February 06, 2015