It’s real for sure. What I want is real and well intentioned. The want comes from deep inside, calm like, and seems to predate today’s realities. I can think of a thousand “maybe whys” and they make sense singularly and collectively. My want is new in that I have not wanted this before like I want it now. It is as if it were meant to be. As if it is destined. I will be fine if I don’t get my want. I will be much happier deep inside, soulfully, if I do. Is it a familiar book, first chapter unread? Is it journey where I have missed the first 500 miles? Is it a conversation and I arrive late? It is real and it is in me.