do you ever go through that moment when you wish you could give a hug and a kiss on the forehead to your old-self?
you see yourself sitting there, shaking your shoulders crying---
or maybe being reckless with your body
or being tired, given up hope?
i am working on something right now
and i want to document my process here in this blog.
i don't care who reads this.
i don't care who doesn't.
i don't care if the reader takes advantage of me for opening myself up here. it won't affect who i am at my core.
(because truth be told, even a breakup makes me realize who i truly am)
the past few weeks have been spent (re)connecting with parts of myself i thought i had lost since i was born.
when they came into my life again, i shouted ====> "i am not alone anymore. i have found you"
but tonight i had to make "letting (them) go" a part of me.
is it really letting go?
or is it about letting it seep into me so i don't let go anymore?
why am i here? i asked myself. i was lost this morning, but tonight i am on the road again.
i have my bags, and i have a bottle of water.
i am walking alone. barefoot. soles of my feet are tough. tougher than yesterday.
a continuation of my old dream, dreams
not going forward or backward
just inward
the plane folds, it swirls, embraces me and my soul
grounds me and lifts me up
trusting my senses, i am going in and out of sleep
to collect the forgotten pieces, assembling
disperse into space
in that i find, myself
in pieces, memories, and images captured
((singing... sing........ singing))))))
