some people are
stuck facing a nasty void that widens between the ideal of where they think
they want to be
and the undesirable place they think they are.
regardless of how tolerable or even pleasant the current local, most want
to be elsewhere.
where we stand always tarnishes as the void widens between where we are and
where we want to be.
likewise our desired destination always improves proportionately as our surroundings
decay from the acid of our longing.
some people are standing in a few inches of brine, helpless as the lightning
blinks down on them.
others are lightning trapped in clouds, desiring only to drop down and touch
the earth for a moment.