Sometimes, Sometimes I feel like a motherless child a long, long way from my home. Today is a Friday and I'm preparing to leave again. Where I'm going I cannot say, sometimes I don't even know where I will end up, but I must go, my duty calls to me. The afternoon sunlight is bright through the windows of my apartment. The breeze outside is strong and brings with it a coolness that wasn't present yesterday and I pack for a tomorrow that is unknown. It is on a day like this that I miss those who are/were closest to me. where are you now?