Just another traveler’s tale

The best part about traveling to a new place is that you finally get to liberate your mind.

That endlessly long email chain? Oops can’t reply, no wifi. That guy you were hoping would call back? Oops can’t reach you, your sexy booty is busy being worshiped under the Brazilian sun. All the other errands and bills that are screeching your name? Oops can’t do anything about that until you’re back. You get the point.

And while you’re in this limbo state of bliss, that’s when your mind and heart are wide open — open to serendipity. Open to discovering who you are, open to new ideas and people to come into your life, open to be inspired and shaped by said ideas/people, but most importantly, open to create new life aspirations.

For me, I recently had a cute weekend that inspired the poem below. It’s nice to let your barriers down and be vulnerable and honest to yourself. It’s very sappy and you’ve been warned.

But please enjoy, it derives from a real, intimate, personal experience :)

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JUST ANOTHER TRAVELER’S TALE

We look out into the distance,

across temples, hamlets, and mountains.

Our eyes rest on the clouds,

but we know what we came for:

the big prize is the sun rise.

We are waiting now…

I feel your presence on my left,

but I’m afraid to turn to you.

So side by side we sit still,

A warm glow begins shimmering through.

Last night and the night before,

from sparkling luxury hotels

to rural humble guest house.

You are so authentic,

charming and invigorating.

With you, my eyes pop with wonder,

I smile wider,

we laugh louder.

But there is just one thought I’ve been trying to drown,

is this a one time fling ..kinda thing?

Perhaps it’s because

at heart we’re both travelers.

No more, no less

than story collectors,

and story tellers.

We live for the experiences,

the experiences breathe life to our lives;

the cliché beginning —

“we met at a wedding!”

But, no more day dreaming.

The horizon is waking.

And the promised pink perimeter,

is silently ascending.

When today’s sun descends,

you’ll return to ET and I to SGT.

Where when your day begins,

that’s when my day ends.

Maybe I can just leave it like this,

an abrupt stop,

an antithesis.

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But I guess that wouldn’t feel right

it’ll be incomplete.

So, okay, fine, alright:

Are our fates simply perpetual linear lines?

Where our tangents do collide,

but only meeting once.

For that, only time will reveal,

but for now,

the way you make me feel —

will stay with me.

Lucid, vivid, tenderly… and real.

— TFRC