Poetic vagueness

So much on my mind these days, and so much in my heart. Apologies for any impression of me vaguebooking, but it's just that it's actually vague for me. Love and fear. Clarity with hesitation. Vision yet fog. A kind of weird certainty about things... that I feel vaguely uncertain about. Life is a mysterious adventure, my friends. Thank you for sharing yours with me in mine. I go now to break bread with a part of my tribe, and then raise my voice with them in communal song. Let's pick this conversation up in person sometime soon, hey?