Harbor

August 8 - Port of Spain, Trinidad & Tobago
Journal Entry 4 - "Harbor"


Here i sit, somewhere in the Port of Spain, debating our existence with someone i've never met.


Read this moment like a rubber-band,
Let it resonate like the birth of a loved one,
please let your opinions be reserved.

You say you've found the world and that you understand it, complete.
You have only found a dead man.

Understanding is only coming when you dispose of the breathless body.

My words are limited: Their meaning is not.
Our lives are limited: Our existence is not.

Be aware for your eyes have deceived you,
Because everything that you can see
is just a piece, a tiny piece, of a letter in an eternal alphabet,
part of a word in a manuscript that never ends.

At this point i'm off on a search to better my tongue,
and for a better description of this state we're all in.

All we need and no more.



I realize how little i know of the world, and soon again i will be lost in the Atlantic, due east.