PLETHORA OF PARADOXES

Everyone's walking the journey of purpose, companionship, belonging; attempts to grab the next achievement. Would I be wandering forever, in the search of this void, where I always feel like something is missing, yet can't accurately pin on the hollow which feels within my grasp, but incomprehensible. Does this make the universe my home in its vast entity without boundaries, or does it make me, in an essence of existence, homeless? A conundrum for which Time would bring in answers. Or so I hope. Enclosed herein is the itch of thoughts to my brain; A symphony of words composed in my mind, from my heart, to Yours.