You don't have a CLUE. And (sigh) I suppose it's probably better that way. But ---- God, if only I could whisper it to you - someplace other than my dreams. Like in a fog-drenched alley - up against a graffiti-stained brick wall.
And Wilder things. For the ones whose hearts are never here but floating off on summer winds. For the ones whose minds have trouble discerning between the outside world and the interior one hidden. May your hearts soar and your minds roam.