"Alone in my boat, the days churn overheard as I drift away from land, salvaged from the pier I once called "me." I wander farther out, drawing my anchor closer to the surface, trying to glimpse what it is that ties me to this world."

"Every day I go deeper. I become the moon, pulling at the depths until they surrender the illusions. The beautiful and the broken and the strange are all cast away, bit by bit, bringing me closer the the break in the wall, the light of the untamed."

"As I look around, I see a palm reader setting chairs around her table... To seal the tapestry she weaves of fears and gifts, she tells me that I have the mark of the dancer, that I must let go of the repression I cage my body with."

"I go to bed a little lighter, a little more ready for the coming days on the other side of the sea."

"I can't do another day. I can't."

"What was I thinking? No, no, no, no, no. This can't be the right place."

"I'm in India. I'm actually here."