I’ve traveled
I’ve seen
I’ve tried so hard to understand.
These places are so beautiful. So illuminating. So loved from afar.
On this side of the world, everything looks so dazzling
Twirling, dancing, trusting.
So out of reach.
So far away.
Still so hard to understand
How can a place on the other side of the world be?
How can something I’ve seen ever stop existing?
I miss you, Italy. I miss you, London.
Barcelona. Dublin.
Amsterdam, Vienna, Salzburg.
I wish I knew more about what I saw, of what happened to me.
I wish I understood how hungry I am for the world.
I wish I understood how to satiate myself.
Will I ever be satisfied?
3-12-10
