My First Contribution

                In three days I will be celebrating my two month residency at Turtle Bay Eco Resort in Cayos Cochinos, Honduras. I came here for the same reason most people travel, in search of something. My hunger for travel has existed sense I was capable of dreaming a life beyond the current reality presented. It only took my twenty three years but here I am, in a foreign country, even more magnificently by myself. It's not like I've ever struggled with doing things alone, I've always been proud of my independence. Yet traveling was something I envisioned with a partner, a companion to share things with, to confide in. I graduated college last fall and I could of never predicted that this would be the road I would take. At the time of my final years in school I was consumed by the most beautiful thing that life has to offer, love. I was distracted from my travel mindset, and redirected to the wants, needs, desires, dreams of another. Maybe I needed to go through the pain of discovering love capable of destroying me in order to submerge myself into the world. The synchronicity in my life has lead me this beautiful place; now here I am working as an intern at a dive resort, so close to receiving my Dive Master certification. In one more month my time on this island will have expired, but my traveling will continue as I explore more of Central America.

Rhythmic Expression, Poetic Possession 

Life as I know it-

Eat, dive, dive, eat, dive, eat, sleep repeat.
-But I don't know it, I only attempt to comprehend the abstract perception of life radiating from others. 

From there stories, and their eyes when they relive those moments of fiery dreary teary times taken a toll on their soul.

Or a pull at their heart when they start to reembark on the art of love.

Love. A funny word that has so much meaning yet very little understanding; it yields an abundance of feelings or maybe illusions, they are always unpredictable, but the one, confusion. 

Confusion. 

My mind is in a place of disassociation.

 I've retracted from others, I discovered this today as I tackled my thoughts drifting while watching the lips sifting for a listen by my drone ears, not my eyes. 

I appear fully engaged but I daze into days that never existed.

I return for the end of the moment that wasn't a moment at all but millions of minutes, a millennium of what? Where was I? Where am I going? Where do I want to be? How do I get there?