wandering mystics

I am in ground zero of my life. From here I can only go up-word. i am still as restless here as anywhere else, but something keeps me staying. Something deep and perhaps archaic and maybe a little of the child left behind all those years. I was only born here and than the usual childhood procedures, tonsils, adenoids,flu that went untreated. And now Im hanging out with the Hassid's, drinking their wine and Arak and saying a few prayers to carry me through. I wont live here, but for now its more home than anything else in a long time. And i like the mystics. There is a spark there, something to hold onto, like the old graves that wont die.