Tearing and Confuse

Sometimes I wonder what's the search all about. It is simply a concept that I have encountered upon in literature. Metaphysical, spiritual, emotional and easily physical. To some, the sole reason that I am on this search is that I am such a literature prude. I wonder myself. But to go on one is such a compelling feeling. You run away, you question. It is so full of angst.

There were many a times on my Japan travels that I would like to kneel before the benevolent image of Buddha and pray. And most of all, cry. I desire this state of deafening silence to cry. To weep. That would be the greatest gift at this moment in time.

Just allow me to cry without questions.