Let me say this....


"Let me show you what I see, what I hear let me share with you my story, and I want you to share yours with me."
Let me tell you a story about leaving home, about struggling to find a place of your own, about walking kilometres every day in this crazy place,  and asking yourself  over and over again is this all there is?  Let me tell you about loving and heartbreak, about standing on your own two feet, about flirtation about opening your heart again about loneliness about doubt and fear, let me tell you about sitting alone at night thinking there must be more than life to this.

Let me tell you about rejoicing in knowing you have friends who love you and you love them. Let me tell you about poetry and listening to father analyse over and over the importance of C.P Cavafy, because talking about your motherland falling apart isn't that pleasant.

Let me tell you about mother and how she is my best friend.  Let me tell you about laughter in the middle of the street, till your guts hurt and not caring how loud you are cause that was so damn funny!  Let me tell you about sex, and passion, lack of intimacy or truth, let me tell you about excuses and mistreatment and unfulfilled embraces, let me tell you about pain.

"let me tell you about sitting alone at night thinking, there must be more than life to this..."

Let me tell you about falling in love and going out of your mind, let me show you loss and tears. Let me tell you about walking alone and sleeping alone and crying alone and feeling alone even though your not. Let me tell you about countless early mornings sitting in an empty yoga school just breathing hoping it will all get better.

Let me tell you about waking up with sun in your eyes and smelling the island breeze and wishing you were there with me, diving deeper and deeper into the deep blue sea.

Let me tell you about missing home, and missing my people, my land, my balcony, the aromas of fresh baked bread from the village bakery, salt on my skin, and the sound of hundreds of cicadas drowning the air with their numbing rhythm. Let me tell you about music and dancing, and embracing friends who are far away, and letting your hair down cause that's what life is all about.  Let me show you what I see, what I hear let me share with you my story, and I want you to share yours with me.

Tell me about you, tell me about your dreams and struggles your life and goals, your fears and sitting up at night thinking is this all there is? Eat with me, drink with me, laugh with me, cry with me, look into my eyes and see there is nothing more beautiful than sitting in silence and knowing, understanding one another and realizing....yes that this is ALL there is.


Feb 2016, Brooklyn NY


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