A journey through life

A wanting and waiting of loves smile that warm shine, then the time passes and I look forward and abounds my space and its transformation and look for special places but with that said I feel blank without a true connection to which I can look forward to its gravity sensing that mass of hope caring and humor. I don't think it's a present experience to wonder and find only remnants of a time and place that makes me happy. The power of expression of your path isn't possible because of other patterns intertwined making your essence balanced out negligible at best. So another day with little surprise except age. So figuratively thats the expression of these complexities aren't so easy to negotiate. Is it that mysterious that we can't relate to those forces that seem so evident you would think these assume energies would find a connection like the beads of water on a window reaching out to the other and connected as though they were always meant to be as one. I feel a travesty unconnected without a medium of power and success unknown to others the destiny that should be a path to a special interval realm that makes an environment cultivating caring, laughter, kindness, hope, simplicity and most of alliterative connections. I keep trying to motivate forward astray from the truth of real existence. I mutter onward in hopes of all the best intentions to the end I will follow those instincts that are my compass and my values to a better life. I can only do my best moving forward. Just another day of searching blindly. My journey continues onward moving without types of guidance or facts of state and a cut above comes slow without a proclaimed finish. A race without a finish or a celebration of success.