My blissful chaos


Wow I miss it so much; life in the east where the sun rises
and you’re always drunk on love. A place filled with holy gods and goddesses watching you from every street corner
as you pass by with a helpless smile, eyes closed and head tilted towards the sky.
High on dust and dirt.
Dancing absurdly on the balcony without any care in the world
with music churning inside the soul
and oozing out of you; rippling around you in waves of vivid and reckless colors,
surrendering to the love,
open to all kinds of chaos and madness of this land.
On the back of a motorbike with hair flying wild, hanging on for dear life
latching on shirts, shoulders, and bike handles
soaring down the mountains, hilltops, and jumping through the bumpy roads. One hand up, always reaching for the stars. In love with this place,
as chaotic as my spirit,
my crazy homeland, my fervent blood, my dust.

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