Currently, I am sitting in my dorm at Stanford, and the plane for Ecuador is 8 hours away. I can only attempt to grasp and grab hold of all the feelings occurring throughout me, yet I am drawn to write in poetry-ish form to explain my thoughts and experiences here at GCY so far. I title this
"Last moments"
the last moments
these memories have a tight grip
as I leave
the last hand to be held
by the love I care for
now my heart clenches as I continue to relive that moment
I fly to a place full of souls that inspire
each word spreading wide into the air
each glance sparks with curiosity and interest
to know one another
these last moments here I will miss
Soon to board a plane
to take me on a journey of loving
journey of learning
journey without expectations
these are the first moments
I embark these moments with clarity
I want to understand what's misunderstood
trusting of the unknown
in 8 months
I may miss these first moments
