Thoughts (Part II)

I Know that the ocean lays down there, I can hear it, but I cannot see it.

I feel like one of the things I refer to as a passion, travelling, is growing, increasing.

The desire of discoverinf new places, new cultures, new people. Different ways of doing things.

The emotion, the feeling of freedom and peace I have when I am travelling, when I am on the way to a new or old place. New or old for me.

That feeling of happiness, of being complete for a few moments.

Complete because that's all you want to do. Travelling.

Bringing the views into my hearts, by breathing all you can.

The green of the leaves, the sound of the water coming down a little creek.

The sun's rays shining through the trees, lighting and giving life to the forest, that seems just like something out of a fairy tale.

That red salamander sneaking underneath the grass wet with dew.

Those little perfect drops, reflecting the sushine. And the whole world, to my eyes.

The sound of crushing waves, that sound the foam makes. Well I don't know the word for it, but you all know what I mean.

Little pleasures in the life time.

Too bad we all never pay attention to them, and we just let them emotion us once in a while.

And just because we are too busy. How sad.

The sound of pencil writing, the one of paper turning.

The fact that I'm writing, while the ocean is singing that marvelous melody. The fact that I even get to listen to it.

I just wanna stay up all night looking at those stars. How beautiful they are.

I will.

In my dreams.

Goodnight

Thoughts

I found this in a little (not old) notebook, written badly with a random pencil.

PART I

I am sitting here, leaning my feet on the fire ring. The Ocean sound is getting now quieter now louder. Some kids are crying and I don't even understand why, since this place gives me such a quiet peace.
It is perfect.
The smell of burning wood, mixed with the smell of the Ocean.
The light of the pretty twinkling stars and the one from the lantern on the wood table right behind me.
The fire is warming my legs up, while my body is having gooses.
The sounf of the Ocean is disturbed by those kids' cry.
It looks like the perfect situation.
Who would not like to be sitting here, right where I am or, maybe next to me?
The chocolate in my mouth is melting fast. It is neither hunger, nor is gluttony.
Sometimes I just want to feel better. And chocolate does make you feel better, it probably also makes things look easier. But not always apparently.
It's just... sometimes my head is just so full of ideas, feelings, wishes, memories, fears, thoughts, dreams. And all of them usually depend on each other, right like a chain.
It is all stuck in my head.
My memories of me being a kid hiking in the mountains, year after year, thesame places.
Thoughts about my future, the close one and tha far one.
What am I going to do later on? Or just, how is my life going to be, back at home?
Or again... Is it going to be always thinking about what happens next, or am I going to be able to live my present life?
Am I living the present? Seizing the moments? Do I ever get excited for concrete things?
These and more more questions are crowding my mind, making me feel weird. A lot.
A stick in my head, my eyes are staring at the logs and the pieces of wood glowing, incandescent.
My eyes feel hot, tired.
Tired of... wanting more than in this moment I should desire.
I guess is pretty normal. Well, I hope, at least.
Atmospheres like this usually inspire people.
The stars always play their role. The Ocean waves gently crushing relax me.
The ocean is not visible, it's too dark.

I believe

I believe I found my true passion.
I believe I can follow it. My passion, that road.
I believe I can live it. Feeling in love with it. I already do.