Its all almost over.
The travel, the backpack, the hostel, the bus, but the journey will never end.
I can feel the movement on my back,
forced by the wind to sway back and forth.
I can feel the warmth on the side of my face,
shining through another sunset.
I can hear the force,
waves crushing the rocks into sand and sand into dust.
I can see.
I can see the world with one eye closed tight,
while the other stains to stay wide open.
The same songs force me to be creative.
These same clothes create a sense of comfort.
Thirty pounds carry my life wherever it goes.
The pages of two books can trace my path back in time,
even though my heart can remember every step.
There is a change happening.
It is inside me,
it is at home.
It is moving closer to peace.
My feet hurt from the sand and the sun,
but Im still walking.
My legs itch from little foreign friends,
but Im still smiling.
My heart may keep wandering,
but I am coming home.
1 comment:
thats it then, love? its all over, is it? well, alls well that ends well. i cant wait to see your face and hear your stories when i see you in july. eat a planet fresh burrito, go play in the waves on east cliff, give the boys a big kiss for me, and be happy that you were lucky enough to see all that you have seen. some people live their lives without leaving their county, let alone their country.
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