I look back and wish. Wish hard. Wish well. Wish. For easy days, with lighter smiles, and vibrant hearts. And then I remember the darkest of days. How long they felt. How they came and went. So I remind myself a new day will come and somber days will be -once more- a memory gone.
I miss you more than I ever thought I would. The freedom you give me, the momentary pause from my thoughts, the beautiful gifts I discover, the peace that seeps into my soul when I’m surrounded by you, your swift movement and nurturing noise. Dear Ocean, wait for me…I’ll see you soon
My heart races. It’s scary, it’s wild, it’s unusual. I face the unknown trusting my gut and my heart. I take a breath and just go -can’t over think it. It’s a risk? Yes. Is it worth it? Definitely. I can hear each heartbeat and my stomach flutters. I smile. This is living.
“A pause on the path” This is me. I am 29. I have two passports but belong no where and everywhere. I have a big nose and a few new found wrinkles. I live life with an open heart, vulnerable, exposed, honest. Although it might be a little too much at times for others, although …
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De olvidar el color de tus ojosde tu acento y tu sonrisaDe no volver a leer tus palabras, escuchar tus poemas,Tengo miedo de no recordar tu olor,o como se sienten mis manos en las tuyasDe que me olvidesy de yo olvidarteTengo miedo a esta sensación de ilusiónque acompaña mi sombraTengo miedo que mis palabras se queden …