Zen
I liked the recent trip to NZ
which oddly felt like a trip back home
where I have to constantly remind myself that I have foolishly regarded and wishfully mistaken this land as home and home is somewhere further, somewhere warmer.
I found myself quite withdrawn on most drives,
mostly occupied by inner monologues and drowning in the calmness around, the sound of tides, the touch of moving air; feeling *zen*
And maybe a part of me wanted to stay that way for as long as I can possibly be, and to be frank there were so many moments I just didn’t wish to speak or do anything - except to remember this feeling, this state of mind and emotion. I remember feeling safe, centered, and comforted.
And maybe that’s why I mistook it as home.
which oddly felt like a trip back home
where I have to constantly remind myself that I have foolishly regarded and wishfully mistaken this land as home and home is somewhere further, somewhere warmer.
I found myself quite withdrawn on most drives,
mostly occupied by inner monologues and drowning in the calmness around, the sound of tides, the touch of moving air; feeling *zen*
And maybe a part of me wanted to stay that way for as long as I can possibly be, and to be frank there were so many moments I just didn’t wish to speak or do anything - except to remember this feeling, this state of mind and emotion. I remember feeling safe, centered, and comforted.
And maybe that’s why I mistook it as home.