I entered another world about a week ago.
I lost track of days and time.
My heart is locked up in a tent.
Or maybe I just layed my hat down there.
I haven’t heard my bed in a long time.
Even through some sleep deprivation.
The cold ground keeps me warm at night.
Mother earth lays her arms around me and sings me to sleep. She dances with me, she spoons with me.
There is no home shouting at me, or a pillow for that matter.
I just am.
And in all this, I am meeting the most amazing people.
All walks of life coming together on an island.
This. Is. My. World.
And I am so thankful that people like this exist.
Souls that radiate.
Travelers.
Artists.
People that just are.