where the sun goes to hide [midnight reflections]

well, lets do this whole blogging about what is going on in our lives thing... lucky, cogan, I’ll give it a shoot.

Lately I have been experiencing a deep longing for the land where a come from. Being aware that I am approaching a completely new stage on my life, knowing that I am stepping out of undergrad and its implications, also being confident sure that I finally did find the love of my life, and that in a few months my life is going to change in a dramatic way...

Carrying this perhaps overwhelming baggage of thoughts and feelings, I’m desiring and if you allow me to express it this way needing to stop for a few moments and find myself in the place where it all begun. Walk the streets where I gave my first steps, walk the park where to run, to play, to hide where the only job description... I need to see that people whose influence made me who I am, I must rescue the story that otherwise will never be heard again, speak one more time for a few days the language that instructed me on how to love, how to live, how to feel.

Like my heart demanding me to finish writing the story of the ones who brought me here before I can start writing a story of my own.

I know that this might not make any sense at all to anyone else.

The reality is that even after the lines I just wrote, I know better than ever that I am not going “home”... it has become true in my life that home is where the hearth is. Oklahoma has slowly turned into the place that has welcomed me like one of her own... but still I can not help but to think about the place where the sun goes to hide, and where before facing what is coming ahead of me... I think for a couple of days I need to go and hide as well.

by max