Looking at the life he lives, most people are jealous – everyone wants to be him, except those that really know him. A life with a trumped-up meaning, but one that never truly shares. One that is defenseless to the thoughts he airs. When you look beyond the smiling eyes, nothing is really there. But a troubled mind and an empty heart. Looking for joy and peace. Which he can’t find anywhere.

He is just a man looking to fill his time, while he is searching for the thing he can’t find. No real grasp of what it really is. He just knows that it is missing, something that is his. He wants his spiritual connection, his life line, his sense of being. He yearns to say, I am here; I am free; I am with whom I am meant to be. He just wants his soul connected.