On November 1st a lot of Peruvians celebrate All Saints Day. Today the streets were full with flower vendors so that people could buy fresh flowers to bring to their loved ones who have passed on. Many families will bake bread, spend the day together and visit the cemeteries where friends and family members have been buried. Having moved out of my host family’s house I was not able to participate in… Read More
Like a knight and his chainmail, I wear you on my chest; Cotton armor. You guard me not like metal or kevlar. But with advice and loving embrace; Look around. I wash you not with a machine, but with my hands. Memories shake free with each pass through your hair; Two long lost friends. Water flows to help wash the stain, Mixed with nostalgia and tears; Forever pain.
Where one gaze ends, another begins. Connected by what we see now, and where our dreams wander. The roads we walk are different, And the shoes we wear we cannot share, But the destinations of our journeys end all the same. How we get there is up to us. The lessons we learn are meant to be told, and the attitudes upheld, together they meld.
With so much to say, I just wish there was enough time in the day. These words I’ve left unspoken. Here they are, they have awoken. My feelings for you do all but shrink. I swear you are my missing link. The time we share, you make me care. My heart still leaps like a hare. I try to run from what’s been done, But like my heart, I am undone. Incomplete,… Read More