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I have been to various places, as far as anyone can imagine. I have wanted to change my routine and tea for coffee, I have tried to find a reason that makes me happy, but I have not yet been able to, I have not found myself yet.

I’m here, in this storm of emotions that we feel when we are aware that something is coming and that something will change our lives completely. That gentle breeze of a “there I come again” comes back to my mind and the heart beats louder and even with great fear it wants to dare, to surrender once more.

However, there is so much to live for... Perhaps it is peace, perhaps a hug of those that have never been given to me, or a smile of those that brighten life. I know that the person who is capable of giving me that fire, that brightness and that color my life is missing so much, is on the way. But it isn’t our time yet... life hasn’t put us together yet and it must be because there are still many wounds to heal and many lessons to learn.

When that person arrives, I know the dark void that I carry here will turn into a rainbow. Meanwhile... the gray will remain embedded, and I will continue not knowing how to get them out of my center.

But I won’t give up, really giving up doesn’t exist in my dictionary... So here I go again, no matter what happens, whatever the purpose of this trip, it will be better than standing here with crossed arms and this emptiness.

“I have to get out of here”.