Tired

I am officially tired. I haven't been this involved in life, ever, I think. I'm enjoying it though, but I used to get my thoughts tied up because I was thinking to fast, now ideas develop in my mind, travel through nerves, and finally, reach my tounge in bits and pieces.
So I'll probably take a day off soon. What will I do that day? Work. But, i'm not complaining, just trying to take everything in. These are moments I want to enjoy, but sometimes they are confined to schedules and deadlines.
And my dreams keep growing. I dream of business and the community. I'm not afraid of failure, but of beginnings. I fear wanting too much, as I do now. It feels the past six years were spent at a standstill, but can i start running now? Can I make everything that speeds next to me into the best moments? I want to learn again, I want to travel, get lost in small towns and literally be nobody. I realize the time I spent traveling before was knowledge even though I didn't search for specifics, and picked up whatever i could find, but now I know what I want. How much do I want it? Can I change/outgrow myself or is this who I will finally be?

Here is my "I just wrote this" poem for today's blog.



dichos
que dicen amor
from two medium eggs
a can of refried beans
and a fruit
concotion:
orange slices
pecan bits
jicama.
this almuerzo
sin nombre
ni apellido
is mama's
gift