Fort Worth/Dallas Airport. layover. i look to the people around me checking flight schedules and leaning on the shoulders of loved ones. a bracelet sits in my hand half finished and the stillness in my mind is humbling. i wanted to write you a letter. i wanted to borrow a cell phone and call you, tell you i'm coming back soon, tell you thank you for giving my life the most wonderful of stories - tell you i forgot whose turn it was to tell our story. uncertainty makes one into an author. it makes me question what i'm doing consciously choosing to travel to the farthest places of the world alone. i've learned however to be bold, to follow what truly excites me to its fullest and to be rewarded not monetarily but with a life whose conclusion will paint a wild tapestry open to the interpretation of alien life form to come.. ha.. where was i? i was sad - and i'll admit it.. i'm sad. but our lives are like two sine waves or rather a chaotic double helix (you scientist) and it brings me some sort of happiness. its not magic but a power of nature. we do not force things and make the same mistakes that everyone else does. our eyes change colors but our hearts don't. so i go - i float - i live - the world turns.. and as i leave it feels like things suddenly speed up, that song pops in my head - we sing it to each other in our heads as humming does not do it justice.
come with me.. or lets go back.. either way something isn't adding up right and we both know it. its a big world, those who say its a small world live in a small world. although that would be nice too - can you think of any other time in our lives we've lived in a small world?
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