Highs and Lows

Longing for new life, freedom at its finest..

I do not live safe,

Fire in my soul is burning bright..

Enthralling adventures, I have stories to tell, some not for the faint at heart…

Its been soulful, its been agonizing, its been dim, and at times you could even say catastrophic…

but its been full,

its been wild,

beautiful and vivacious…

Never monotonous or dull..

And if monotonous or dull were the case for my life, the spark in me does not burn the same.

I've sat down on the rock cold floor with the heartbroken ones,

I've cried with my face to the floor... bellowing and begging god to make it dissipate.

I've also put my face to the sun, Breathed the crisp air, Smelt the roses..

The freshness and solidarity of life…

I've had beautiful priceless days,

I've sat in the meadow… by the river, with the birds,

I've lay under trees next to the does,

I've listened to the song of the ravishing rivers and oceans,

Lay by crackling fires,

Inhaled scents of black fresh and earthy black coffee,

I've laughed, I've smiled, experienced diversity.

I've met many, few who spoke to my soul softly, sweetly, and truly...

And every single one of them.. It was a pleasure to meet.

It never has been perfect, but ceases to be boring.

Those who live a mundane, unchanging, repetitive simple life… I cannot relate