I am so quiet now. In public, on a bus, in a cafe, I don't say very much. I am used to not knowing the language and concentrating very hard for non-verbals or key words or context. I am used to being secretly different.
I am on a journey that will take me by plane and car to people I love and want to know more. These journeys fill my soul like a tank of ethanol-based fuel. They make me go, but are highly controversial with regards to the long-term benefits.
I am quiet, but my head is full; as is my heart. We understand the reasons why, acknowledge the pain we are enduring, and possess the courage it takes to breathe.
I am on a journey that will take me by plane and car to people I love and want to know more. These journeys fill my soul like a tank of ethanol-based fuel. They make me go, but are highly controversial with regards to the long-term benefits.
I am quiet, but my head is full; as is my heart. We understand the reasons why, acknowledge the pain we are enduring, and possess the courage it takes to breathe.
2 comments:
volim te, amy. did you see you're on my blog??? i used a few of your fotos..hope that's okay. hope your travels are going so well. mir, draga moja
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