And I still can’t find the words to say.
I sit in my room and watch the light trickle in passed the silence and trees.
I smell scents of old homes through the forest and suns rays while nothing—
makes a sound.
I’ve been moving this past week in order to enjoy these moments.
Noise turned into quiet very fast and it wasn’t soon after I found myself saying I could get used to this.
Oh how beautiful it sounds.
In the depth of all these feelings I still can’t help but to wonder what is next for me on this path.
Be here now, I hear. And it’s easier to listen now.
Sometimes you just gotta get away.
Haku enjoys it to;
outstretched in long craved dreams.
I remember the things I have to carry on and hesitate before doing so.
Must I really go back? I ask knowing it’s the only way.
How will I teach?
How will I learn?
So I continue. And take breaks in between.
What weird times we’re in I must say.
I wonder how long it’ll last.
I wonder how long I’ll last.