Flying over the sunset

Seeing the sand dunes and limestone fade

Away behind us keeping memories

Of our highs and lows

In the north of Africa, where we travelled

For the first time.

What is belonging when you know yourself

But home is always changing?

Come to the continent and feel your soul

At peace, at rest and recognised

True bliss

Maybe I couldn’t stay here forever but

I’d certainly like to make it a second home

Naturally it should be the first

But my heart still yearns for discovery and exploration

Of the magnificent, expansive world

And a home base is a good way to start.

Freewriting

Freewriting in the sky

Clairo in my eardrums

Island views

Southern Europe into Northern Africa

Current homelife back to the continent of the motherland

Yet not close enough

To the actual place to call home

Where the trees are bushes that expand on and on

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I want to write music

Funk, R&B, indie, pop

That resonate.

I want to play the bass guitar, the cello,

Rehash my violin skills

Express myself completely with sound

The way that I would with writing before

The way it was easier after reading in breadth and for enjoyment.

To get those free flowing words that made sense.