Today my mind is in Germany, lasting an entire day without letting one word leave my lips.  I am talking and talking and talking to myself, but there is no one receiving.  I am walking and walking and walking with myself, and there is no one beside me.  I am lonely, but I am whole.  The train is my vessel to the city and to the outside world.  Forty minutes on my bike to get there.  Always passing the same farm, but never in the same way.  One day there is wheat, the next daisies.  I wonder about where daisies have bloomed back home.  I wonder where home is.  I wonder where I am.  I wonder if I will ever need anyone ever again.  I am lonely, but I am whole.  Today I have said words but spoken to no one.  I keep having the feeling as though I am about to leave.