I've swapped:

Blue skies/\Grey Skies
Monsoon Rain/\Drizzle
Island/\Island
Family/\Family

and it makes me tired, but i should not complain, it's a strange kind of beauty.

All this movement....it's something i asked for... but it carries with it a kind of intoxicating nostalgia.

On one hand , it's a most free feeling , the nomadic journey.
One see's with eyes wide open , to the new oldness of a place , and the new oldness of the people who reside there.
You, with cut throat precision come to terms with the fact that,
whilst you have been adventuring, feeling the motions..routine has stood time still...

On the other hand. I yearn for a key to my own front door, where my bags are not packed, and i can invite people over, where i can cook, and clean and maybe fall asleep on the kitchen floor if i feel so inclined.

For there are more gains then losses and i am thankful , for my lesson filled  escapade that is this fictitious life.

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I've been told many things but i have felt a few more.

I - in all my running , nothing has really worked out the way i'd hoped.
But i have become fierce , like a panther.

I stalk the quiet night time hours , i seek the cover of darkness, i want to fly under the radar.

I've been told many things but i have felt a few more.

Don't waste energy talking about something , just do it.
Watchful like a fox, notice the energetic frequencies of actions , of places of emotions , of times , of days.

I've been told many things but i have felt a few more.

People are always warning me ,
you need to remember you were made to have a mortal life.

As if i can escape it.