I got my first tattoo hoping someday it would be true. Hoping that maybe one day it could be true for me, but I’ve been wandering a long time. I don’t know to what, who, or where; but every place and person I’ve known have just reminded me that I’ll be lost forever. Tolkien has given me strength in times when I needed it, but lately everything has proven to be useless and meaningless. Keroac wrote of having “nowhere to go but everywhere” but I don’t think he knew that for some people, no place or person wants you there. The vastness of everywhere just becomes an empty void when you’re always lonely.