living in movement
i love life momentarily.
driving up and down hills, valleys orchards...
all pretty things.
i see all the animals surviving with urban decency.
i see all the kids running down from school in nostalgic delicacy.
i want to touch this feeling.
traveling in a way that i forget myself and i become a stranger not only to the world but to my own senses.
a chance for me to forget life itself and let me swim in unleashed freedom.
watching eagles fly and butterflies rest on every other flower i love watching life in its seemingly perfect balance.
talking to strangers i have forgotten anxiety or fear.
sliding down rocks and morbidly enjoying the piece of  "living" my bleeding knee has sparked.
old eyes.
i don't need to know the language to understand.
i listen to life stories and chuckle at the luck i've stumbled upon having another person spill out their life's burdens and joyous moments.
i think this is how it feels to live in the present.
homeless became such a exotically beautiful word lately.
soaking in the blossoming sun, for a second i float in time and feel ageless like life and its rules don't exist anymore and only this second exists circling around the ivory clouds.
i want to live like this.
free.