Trip

It seems to me

It seems to be

When i leave this place

Allover my face

I want to let it out

I want to sleep.

There were waterfalls

flower islands and caribous

early morning low tides

searching special rocks

old discoveries that seem new each time

family ties and different disguises

feasts and beasts

eagles on posts, train tracks

simplicity and overwhelmingly

I fell again and again

for the fate and faith

eventually, back to a reality

does it have to be?

Rika