i. you will find me in the shadows of a worn-down café where a crackly speaker plays old school jazz music. lazily my eyes follow the words on the paperback in front of me but soon enough they stray to the table underneath. it’s an anthology of stories in itself, with decades of vaguely reflective statements and declarations of youthful love carved into its wood. saxophones and caramel voices fill my ears while my fingers trace the etched echoes of people who were here before me in another moment, in another time.
ii. you will find me by the shore, gazing out into the ocean. the sparkling waves are magnetic but my feet remain anchored in the sand. blue stretches on for miles and i ponder how something can be so terrifying yet so fascinating. fear and wonder must go hand in hand, i think. i will never be unafraid of open waters, but that’s okay. it means i will always be spellbound by the sea.
iii. you will find me by his side, trying desperately to silence the pounding of my traitor heart like tremors tearing apart the iron cage i’ve built inside me. his grin can start a storm, his kind eyes a hurricane. with clumsy hands, i attempt to strengthen my defenses, but he smiles at me and i come undone once again.
iv. you will find me on a busy street, the noise of the city like a symphony to my ears. there is beauty in everything, even this glass and concrete world. i find constellations in the checker board windows of towering skyscrapers and dusty apartment buildings and listen to the untold stories in the sea of faces rushing by. my voice is just one drop in this moving, breathing ocean, my footsteps just one echo of a hundred others. the thought should overwhelm me but it is strangely comforting. here, in this urban jungle, is where i belong. here is where i am home.