Stars twinkling lightly in the sky while soft breezes blow and cool me. Here I am, standing in the night, bald, tired and traveling on a path I didn’t plan. Detours. That’s what life is filled with, I guess. Questions fill me and no answers come. How long will this journey be? In the end will I be allowed to travel on or will I leavee everyone when the earth calls, pulling me down until there is no more?