Sigh.

I don’t write poetry.

I’m full, but still hungry.

Relaxed, but really worried.

Racing. Relax. Racing. Relax.

Close my eyes, but they’re still moving.

Want to sleep, but I feel like I shouldn’t.

Traveling. What? Am I crazy?

Na. Life is good.

I want peace. Have I ever had it?

I thought I did.

Paz. Dona nobis pacem.

Por favor.

Answers? No. but I want’em.

I just go.

I.

By myself.

No.

This is my dilemma.

Always alone and never alone.

I just pray to feel the wind.

To feel the ground.

To feel my breath, the blood flowing through.

To see the other.

To love. To be with love forever.

To be with love.

To be.

Ok.