Saturday, August 18, 2018

The Rumbling Inside


a volcano burns
all the bottled up what-ifs
spewing it all

When my loved ones are asleep, it's terrific to be back in this island.

I dig up time capsules with the help of blue note jazz, grunge, chillout. I travel to contemporary Egypt by way of a book. I drink one drink that won't get me drunk.

I discover more of who I am, in this river that keeps changing. Now that I managed to rid my life of so many stresses, I don't want to spoil myself. Do more for D., for V., for I. For others. For my country. Yes, I think of them in this island.

I look at what I have, it's not so much. But how I love it all. How I'm no longer rumbling with the what-ifs.




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