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How could I describe this?
It is love, no question.
Yet also more than anything I can comprehend.
It is a language only revealed to us both.
It is a migratory pull….. A super generation of monarch butterflies.
It is the colour bronze.
It is Mornings; coffee in bed.
It is me spilling (of course)
You (of course).
What is that? It is more than what we know it to be.
It is Seeing you after a long day. I am so excited I feel nervous.
I look into your eyes and I see myself.
It is talking for an hour. Talking about nothing. Talking about everything.
Never boredom.
Never overwhelming.
Good?
It is better than that.
It is saying goodnight, good morning but never goodbye.
A dry back that needs lotion.
It is you handling my sass, fully knowing that I can’t handle yours.
I honestly feel it is a disservice if I just sum it up with one word.
Sammy (or whoever they will be), I often think about how much we love him and we don’t even know him. How happy he makes us. How excited and how willing we are to wait. Maybe that’s how we’re with each other. We didn't real
ly know each other, but subconsciously we knew it would be wonderful.
It is shared secret smiles… the one’s where you only see it in their eyes.
Separation anxiety and counting down the days til you can see them.
It has matching eyes, scars, freckles and eyebrows.
Poorly timed jokes.
Poorly timed laughs.
Tight hugs.
Love?
But I don't even think love captures it all.
I laughed the first time you said ‘i love you’
And I was drunk the first time I said it to you.
Also,
I have thought to be in love before.
You were with other people and you thought you couldn’t live without them….
But here you are,
living without them.
And you’re fine.
and then you find someone you can’t live without,
And it hits you like a train.
It is different. Seriously, when you know, you know.
This person is exactly what you deserve because they are the exact value of your heart. Priceless.
It is knowing that you deserve that. No questions asked.
It is both unanswered and answered prayers.
It is God sick and tired of you playing games with each other.
Making you meet, but not making you stay.
It is 5 silly years of misalignment.
And it is going through another 500 just to have only 1.
1 perfect, complete year.
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El ambiente del Mediterraneo
Where one finds the people proud,
One finds a harmonious crowd.
The light of the people, the fidelity of tradition.
The people of the triumphant are victorious with ambition.
Where colours of the past and lights of resilience are reflected,
Amongst the unity of the people, a way of life is protected.
The celebration of a nation that was never compliant,
Solid in its cultural alliance.
The beauty nourished by the blue water of the Mediterranean sea
Her elements, her stories fuel them, they call to me.
Traditional dress, music, the scent of the azar,
All dance together to the strum of the Spanish guitar.
The people stand taller, their smiles brighter
When the flames of the past begin to burn, they simply fly their flag higher.
They came from conquerors, tyrants, gypsies and nobility
They are what has become of their ancestry.
So go out into this vast world and carry with you the spirit from which you came.
You are what is left, they are now the embers and you are now the flame.
Rejoice in the celebration of your blood, you will guide what is to come
Rejoice in what grew you, rejoice in where you are from.
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We are but geese in flight, who are heading north to raise their young.
Who brave the journey year after year, only to leave again together, chasing the sun.
Why the geese make such a journey, only to leave is a curious thing.
They won’t stay long to face the colours of autumn, but will return to brace unpredictable spring.
On their way they encounter frozen lands, human greed. Death. They encounter Devastation.
Great sorrow accompanies this great migration.
The path is foggy, misleading. To make it through is not a guarantee.
Making it to the desired destination is not a universal destiny.
So why keep flying?
Because you can.
Because to stay in place forever, is not what is planned.
They are hurt if they go, and they’re hurt if they stay.
You get hurt either way.
So why go on? Why?
Because they would rather try and die.
Then die not ever having tried.
They respect that cycle of continuity
They respect their mortality.
They are called.
The strong, the fortunate, those who flew when right,
Are no different than those who are small and out of sight.
Our journeys differ, some small and some long, yet they are all alike.
For everyone’s day eventually ends with night.
They endure.
We are but geese in flight, assessing life, the journey in full.
Who despite knowing the hurt caused the hurt to come, we carry on, following our migratory pull.
-find your compass
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