In our weakest moments, we find the twinkling light, a faint inspiration, maybe life is worth living, maybe I can get up off this floor, maybe I can run the last stretch, maybe I can love again, maybe I can allow myself to shed a tear, maybe I can connect my emotions with my head, maybe my legs won’t shatter into a thousand pieces after running after faint illusions of what I thought was my path
We run until we are homesick, running and trying to fly
only to be stuck on this earth
hoping that we can go home some day
wherever home is, the adventure heart
often when I am home too long, I start to feel faint and
I realize, I need to fly again
My friends’ cats in Sao Paolo, Brazil 2012. We will come home.
Rebekka Lien 