Waking Up Series: Yosemite National Park, California It was around the same time a year ago when I […]
Sometimes I just could not find the right words to say. Searching for the right words to express abstract feelings, substituting symbols for meanings and vice versa, can be a struggle. But it doesn’t mean it is less true, it’s just some feelings are harder to transpose than others.
At times I cut myself open in search for something to say. But in the end, I didn’t need to say anything at all.
The heart communicates in abstract languages. Sometimes it’s best to tell a story when you just let the heart speak and trust what it has to say, even if it doesn’t have any words at all.
Last weekend, the homie visited the yard and shot an impromptu. We were both feeling a little noir talking about adult stuff and more stuff – about time flying. But it was so pretty and couldn’t ignore the lovely day out in the yard so naturally, we did our thing.
Little things to get by.
PS New album coming soon!
Going back to the old stomping grounds up the hills.
Not too long ago, I’d come here often during the night to unwind. I’d brought many of my friends here and has since been our ‘secret’ spot – too many memories were made on this little nook we used to call our own.
Wander In The Desert
The beauty of traveling is that you never know what you are going to find. There is always the element of surprise and discovery, of wonder and amazement. Like that of a child and his adventures. – and his adventures like that of a child – dreamy, pointless, uninhibited.
Time flies.
Is it possible to outgrow a feeling, an experience – move on? A path you know you have to follow but it’s not the same road as before.
When you could no longer relate to what was once a life.
Why is a heart so selfish? …but whose heart?
This wet and chilly January days definitely makes me miss me feel nostalgic of the warmer days in the island.
If anything I take out of 2018 is that I don’t need a lot to be happy. And it seems that the more I give, the more I get. The less I own, the more I do. I have never been more optimistic and less scared to try.
It also goes without saying that I am only badass because I have the best homies who always got my back – accepting me and my eccentricities.
It was a lovely occasion. And, yes, it’s always good to be reacquainted with your roots. But I am not going to lie- I’ve been dreaming about the warm blue waters, and I’ve been craving it, too.
Not sure why I do and don’t seek it. But despite this fear there are many things that interest me about taking on an adventure.
