I’ve lost track of days, time, maybe even existence. I have been alive through a different sound. The ocean knows now what desires have been kept inside. Alive in a paradise of my own mind.

I have never been so dirty in my life and enjoyed it in such abundance. It is the kind of dirt that has been. That is natural, that it is okay for it to have a place for it to explode in the fury of the sea in the boiling corridors of the sand. I have found here the kindness of strangers. The most amazing tales of travelers. It’s really never the place of travel, it’s more the people who bring that piece of earth to life.

I don’t know. Peace has become my body. Nothing exists here that shouldn’t be here. Life and true moments exist here.

it’s unbelievable how at home i feel in an airplane. Submerged in no one’s drama, not even my own. Spiritual at its best. if feel so much in such little space. Up here, I feel complete. I feel accomplished. I feel silent and serene. My being extends to all corners, adventure pounds my heart. A willingness to accept the unknown the untouched. At one with God, with myself with the essence of life and the core of love. I am absolute with the One. At home. this is my comfort.