a poem

Ripped jeans and daydreams, brick walls and burning bridges, laced up sneakers and unbuttoned shirts, wandering, wondering, rambling.
Strolling, staring, screaming, silently.
Dreaming out loud.

abigail-keenan-7854.jpgBeing, existing, living.
Functioning.
Asking many questions and barely answering any.
Who are you? I asked myself.
Who really are you when nobody is watching?
I didn’t know the answer but I knew I needed to figure it out.
Try new things, make new experiences but above all fail as much as possible.

Fail forward.

Travel as far as possible and come back just to do it all over again.

Setting, destroying and testing boundaries.

Do whatever you have to do until you realize you are exactly where you’re supposed to be and that this feeling is the home you have been so desperately trying to find.

Everything you desire lies within you.

Home, family and unconditional love.

danielle-macinnes-51592.jpgNow I’m asking you,

Who are you when nobody is watching?

Eva x

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