Hawaii is not easy, but it’s not really hard either. Things unfold in a different manner and they are so real and I can touch them with my hands. Pureness kisses my skin everyday and I am flocked with emotions pouring out of me, as I realize my whole life right before my eyes. My thoughts roll backwards and I see everything that my life has ever been, spray painted in front of me. I run my fingers along old memories and fondle things with my mind that I miss and for a minute in my heart I can’t stop feeling comfortable with familiarity and I’m sure it’s all I want, and then I remember that it’s not even there anymore. Everything exploded behind me as I was leaving and it had been for years, and then it stabs me in the heart that I made it out alive. That all of those nights spent crying my eyes dry when I was 15 about the winters being too fucking cold and high school being to fucking hollow were worth it. My mind lets go and I explode as I escape the illusion of time for a minute, realizing that this is and has always been my reality. Sweat of sweet destiny pours down my face as the tropical sun beats upon me and I am home. Finally. Waves of adjustment continue to crash in but I just hold steady and put my fingers in my ego’s mouth to shut it up. The sun drys my tears for me and sweet harmony of the jungle becomes my steady comfortable instead of the old sound of the city train. I mouth the words “home” as the moon whispers them back to me and walks me to bed.
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