It seems that he is not immune to the struggles that make him human. As much as he'd like to believe that he is a fortress of strength and self-sufficiency, it seems that even he can get lonely sometimes. Perhaps it is because everything is changing again, and he urns to grasp at something that would be beside him no matter what. His to hold in his arms, his to kiss, his to whisk away towards s sunset halfway around the world. The tectonic plates shift once more, and as he hangs in balance, he tries to imagine what the next few months shall look like. Will he find greater meaning in the life left behind or a bigger sense of the one past the horizon? The future unwinds and things become clearer, yet he can't shake the feeling that maybe he's missing out on something. Missing out on something big.
