Beautiful places: Oahu Hawaii pt. 2

The thrill of travelling always hits me when I step out of the airport.

It's that feeling of knowing deep down, down deep

damn girl

 you a long way from home.

Every single time those doors slide open,

and that first step out, out of everything comfortable

and everything normal and away from everything real,

you wake up. 

Eyes wide as you hail a cab or wait for that person who is gonna pick you up

and your senses feast on the people and your body just wants to roll around on the ground

because dear God, you are finally free.

For the next you few days you can't believe your luck.

You made it.

You made it,

another part of the world

another piece of the puzzle

you no longer have to imagine what it'd be like

cause dammit sucker YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE!

You've talked to the people and made your way through their city,

seen where they all lived

and for even the smallest amount of time

you were there, a part of it all

YOU WERE THERE.

I was here

not too long ago.

For all those years I wondered,

but how can you possibly imagine beauty like this?

Place so abundant in movement and life

you even look at the brothers sleeping under the palm tree and think

this isn't so bad

cause for the rest of us, we're just pretending to be a part of the aloha life

but it won't be long before we head back to our tedious daily strife

back to the mundane and the grind we all on

and in a fleeting moment 

in a year or two

I'll remember that I made it.

I made it.

I was here.

 

Big love,

Falala Mele.