Sunday, October 21, 2012

What They Said.



Today is day one
The first of these three
I still did not know the plan

“Eat up!” they said
“It will be a long day!” they said
They were veterans in this

I do no normally eat breakfast
Heck, I do really like to each much anyways
A harder meal to swallow

Hours passed
Allowing my mind to get so wrapped
In the “what ifs”

The rest of the crew assembled
Jammed packed in a shuttle
Rented for this group

We embarked to our destination
Our transportation stung of cigarettes
And Spanish tongue



A good amount of traffic
A good amount of conversation
And eventually we have arrived

Brightness
In the scenery
In the attire
…What did I get myself into?

“It will be fun!” they said
“Don’ worry!” they said
Trust issues...


All are excited
This transpires, contagious
Like a plague that would continue

Three days
Three days
Three days

The two of us already separated from the group
We knew this would happen
And we do not mind

Sometimes it is easier
To travel with less
Because there is less to worry about
And more time to enjoy
The present

Instead of trying to understand
Maybe I should enjoy
For these moments will never be breathed again

“La beauté sera convulsive ou ne sera pas.
Beauty will be convulsive or not at all.”
Where there is no passion, there is no beauty.  

Like André
Infatuated with Nadja
All in attendance are passionate
Their passion drives them mad
Their passion is the music


The beauty in the music
That I have always seen
Will become more apparent

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Arrival


Carried my bags across
In search of who?
I did not know them

Trust was put to a test
From the beginning
Sweat beads drip

Carrying the bags
As they rest heavy on my back
The weight of my anxiety

I found them
And had to trust
That they would bring me safely

The soundtrack was pleasing
Seeking comfort in music

Eight hours
     Eight hours
        Eight hours

Sunlight to sunset
Destination achieved


A familar face finally comes to the door
Of this house I do not know

She comes to pick us up
She the backbone of the trip
The planner

She takes us on a trip
To meet another stranger
I have never done this before

Faith in strangers is constant on this journey
Pleased in what we have received from him

Celebrations at her house
On the patio
The open air is needed

Alas, I’ve arrived. My peaceful escape from life.
Here I find some comfort in the unknown
So many questions
Another day for worries

The hazes lulls me to sleep
Calms my weary head
"Rest up, we have a long three days ahead"

My head hits the pillow
Where are the bright lights?
Where is the big city?
Only left now to dream big dreams


Monday, October 1, 2012

The Beginning





Bright lights
Big city
Big dreams

Changes are a constant
Something I cannot control
This scares me

To give up control for an adventure
Sounds like a great idea
But control has always been what I yearn for

Ripped from right under me
A last minute decision
Fear of the unknown

Bright lights
Big city
Big dreams


To trust in those I hold dearest
Is an unsettling thought
From what I always have known

This year has been full of growth
To create this new person
A test to this

Bright lights
Big city
Big dreams

If it weren't for the support
If it weren't for the trust
I would never do this

Two days before
I pack my bags
Purchase my ticket
And go

Bright lights
Big city
Big dreams

 A last minute decision I am convinced to take a journey
An eight hour trip that will become the best weekend of my life
I am someone who needs control and stability
But the best two people in my life had pushed me to do what would be unthinkable prior
This weekend was more than the music
It was the fulfillment of change
An outward cry of self

It became a learning experience
One that I did not know I needed
Because I never thought differently
Than what was always in front of me

I did not know what was happening
I did not know what i was getting into
I did not know specifics
I had to give up POWER
And that was terrifying

Bright lights
Big city
Big dreams