After 5 years of traveling i finally made peace with the journey of being
I was 20 when i began this expedition, this trial of life, this freedom search
and after 5 years of contemplating i have it.
i have the virtue of knowing what i am supposed to do.
i tried many times to choose a path, i followed my fears or the love i had for another story
and whatever i did, i did it because i didn't had a choice.
Life granted me the courage and the freedom to travel so i did
and through life i was granted the experience to transform myself into this teller of tales that slowly taught himself how to celebrate life and most of all, himself
Years went by and days became nights
I met person after person who gave me more inspiration and more liberty than the tears that i would shed in this life.
Every raindrop that fell from the sky was a symbol of a story that i collected and i could see how these stories became me
i could see how these stories made me sometimes cry out in anger and despair and i would scare the people who were there to witness me in the glory of my hatred
I could see how they formed me into this man who was not afraid to confront, with the honesty of veins who lived every possible way and they could not contain anymore how they felt, how they cried, how they loved, how they danced and how they became insane
how they gently rocked me to sleep. alone and hidden in the shadowy alleys of cities.
And then, after five years of exploration i could not fight it anymore
i knew what i was destined to become and i did not run away from it
i could finally embrace it and wrap my veins in peace
Before me lay the opportunity to become life itself and i basked in the glory of it
and a name that was slumbering inside became known to me : the traveling storyteller would forever walk in peace and he would take his life forever on a journey of honesty
my name, destined to become life
and in the aftermath of wisdom
i could find that there were no problems anymore,
only opportunity's
to never fall back to hidden masculinity
to never look back and see how my family misses me
I would miss them, together with everyone
and i would bear the responsibility of my feelings with the greatest smile
and i would dance upon the bones of emotions with my soul
For, that is what my life depends on
to be content with the sacrifices of freedom
and not dwell on anything but yourself
and as life is you
even the smallest detail could nourish my heart
and give me home
where i can shelter if i feel alone
My comfort zone is the earth i stand on
the stars who protect my sleeping form
and the wind who gives me connections to everything
And as fairytales and poetry are written
i become a story
a resemblance to life itself
and i am proud to bear this burden
But i will always be a name, who cries and laughs just the same as you
And i will be happy to see how the present unwraps itself and how it gives me the courage to forget myself
in the stream of creation
in the breath of the wild
in the stories that you become
in the transitions you went along
i have no doubt we will meet
and we will meet again
and i will laugh so hard
cry as deep fears are embraced and loved
i will wait patiently for that day
where you can teach me everything about your stay in this life
and i can hold my broken beliefs and see how they shape more beautifully
in the eyes that you gave me
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