A step forward to the unfamiliar. The heart beats madly as if ... as if it feels that all that the senses will experience will be so terrible, so unfamiliar and so desirable that by slowing its rhythm it will miss the tiny details hidden in the shadow of the obvious. High above the clouds where the borders are erased, human constructions are flattened, where the beauty of our planet freezes, like a painting painted by an artist whose genius is unsurpassed, his canvas, a painting billions of years in the making, full of the imperfections of every living creature inhabiting the mountains, the marshes, the bark of the trees, which is deemed invisible throughout the fertility of the forest, every small detail is as invisible ... as it is significant. The immense beauty of it all holds still, just for a moment ... a moment that time cannot frame in its relentless momentum, a moment unforgettable, in front of my eyes staring through the small square opening ... my window to the world. How can men describe emotions? How do you recreate the feeling that saturates every nerve ending that builds up your body? Billions of synapses transmitting neuro-chemical substances that convert an entirely physical and out-of-body event ... in an emotion that changes the meaning of your existence, the purpose of your life, the feelings that roam through you ... how the touching of a raindrop activates the same chemical substances that spark the return of a memory ... a memory that unfolds its full potential, and engulfs you like a thousand raindrops, that bring chills, love, sadness, nostalgia, happiness ... with every emotion ever felt on Earth. It is at this point, that I am connected to every human being the once lived, every creature, organism, rock, and element that give structure, form, and meaning to the place I call HOME. So I step forward. I touch the land I've been walking on all my life, but I never truly stepped on. With every, seemingly confident, step, I simultaneously move closer and detach myself ... everything familiar and experienced suddenly yields to the sides and gives way to the incomprehensible, the strange ... to the unknown. The sights, the smells, the nature, the people, the tastes, the touch, the inaudible languages ... every motif gives colour the paint with which I draw on the white canvas of my journey ... of my experience. A canvas that is changing with each pressing moment, which is growing with each breath that I take, making me an eternal hostage to my inability to ever complete what I started. Enriching the colors, lines, waves, and techniques, while the size and detail of my painting grow with every step that I take... And Loneliness is there. How strange it is ... Loneliness keeps you company, she always lies behind your horizons, moving quietly through the darkness, waiting for her moment ... when her kingdom reigns. When you are at your lowest, when your emotions weaken you and strip off every armor you had put on yourself ... when the emptiness is engulfing you, when you shiver ... you shiver from the cold of the emptiness, the nostalgia, the chaos, the noise and the loneliness within the crowd ... then Loneliness offers you its embrace, with promises of warmth and protection, with promises that somewhere someone thinks of you, that somewhere in the distance somebody yells your name and waits for your return ... The embrace of loneliness grows around your vulnerability, around your naked soul, embraces you like weeds that suck your powers and slowly turns you into a barren trunk, emptied of its core without emotions and feelings ... unable to truly live. For what is life, if not an emotion that needs to be shared, painted, described, an emotion that you leave behind after physical existence has been exhausted ... and just as my body continues the cycle and gives life to beings that after me contribute to the imperfections and the beauty of the place we call HOME ... so my emotions, feelings, and experiences gives a tiny part of the hue of the paint that someone else will paint with on their canvas ... someday.