The world race might look like many different things.
And sometimes you feel like sharing is not cool enough, necessary, or even appropriate.
The result is always a pile of feelings unfelt. A combination of half stories. And the anxiety of wether you have any relevant content.
The feeling of misfit has dawned over me several times during this trip.
It haunts me.
My gracious team has loved me through it.
But, last month this was an apparent ache.
The one exit I found was through poetry.
…
Narrow lanes, wide streets
My way, the wrong way
Their way, the better way?
Shallow waters, drowning streams
Walking forward
In a backwards belt
Regressing quickly
In a forward sphere
Love I saw
Neglected I felt
Growth I gave
In a forward sphere
Room to breath
Where can I find
Room to breath
Is there any
Room to breath
