It's so strange to me, I have a friend, Marco, we have the same birthday give or take two years. We've always been on the same wavelength, literally, we have. He moved to Arizona for work and change. I moved to Northern California for a different breadth of life. However, today, whilst questioning me being here, I receive a text from him. I hadn't talked with him since moving here, yet, it was like he knew. He felt similarly to myself. Stuck, alone, and wanting a way out. I simply found my escape plan because I came into this situation knowing the temporariness of it all. After Portland, I realized the strong gravitational pull of home, but how important seeking adventure is. I'm getting to the age where I wish to share my adventure with someone. I have that someone, he is my ebb. I am always moving, irrationally most of the time, but, nonetheless, making moves. It's a flaw to some extent and exciting in another. I am grateful for this experience, but the desert is calling me and so is my heart. I've dedicated a month longer here and then I'm back to the whirlwind that placed me into wanting to leave so badly. It's nice though, to really not have strings holding you down. Freedom is what you make of it. I somehow got trapped inside myself and I will be free soon.
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