21 february

today i told a story about walking down the street and leaning sometimes to one side and sometimes to the other -- not so much that i was being pulled or even pushed from either side but really just the hope of a direction drifting me slightly off course and of course i have no idea where i am headed but i am pretty sure it should be somewhere up ahead instead of any other angles but navigation is a messy art more than a defined science and sometimes we hope to see by the stars even as the sea grows darker and the waves crash even the most simple of metaphorical streets, leaning as we do toward hope