my eyes are filled with wonders, my heart is filled with spirit like coffee for the soul gelato for the brain, travel makes me sing, zambia, mallorca and spain.
mother and my friend, embracing, reuniting tightening the over stretched ropes that bind a mother and her daughter
under a tourist's sun, upon white sand beaches luxury at my beck and call,
i will recover from this third-world hell-hole
to be conflicted, engages, happy and bitter-sweetend,
all of this and more, i am acutely eager to live through.
come on, june 1. you can run to me faster than this.