Publisher's Synopsis
I sit here at the waterfront looking out into the sky. The moon, blood orange with a bright streak of light hovering over the top rim. The wave's splash loud against the dark rocky shores as the cold breeze creeps up. It brings me so much peace inside, my mind is clear and I have no worries. The wind slapping my face reminds me I am still alive, I am myself but forever changed. What is purpose? Living life trying to be someone you think you are meant to be not knowing if it is what your true purpose is. I stand here looking at myself in the mirror, seeing someone I know but no one the world knows. I am one in a million people who is a habitant of this world trying to find their purpose.
