Portland reminds me of many things. It is strange how a place that I have never visited before fills my heart with so much nostalgia. I decided to walk since I get here or ride free transportation because a new city has to be enjoyed on feet. The mountains and hills reminds me of the hills of Quito. They make me remember the days that I used to walk to school. Those days that I felt very secure of everything, or at least those days where I did not have to worry about fixing anything. Now, everything seems broken, fractured or how we call it in geology faulted. The weather of Portland resembles Quito's too. It makes me feel like in my old bed. I remember staying awake at night lying on my bed thinking about the future, thinking about the future me doing something, somewhere.
So, I walk to down town and I was lost. I was lost. I was walking in circles. I was surrounded by people that were completely different, I was different to everyone. I did not belong there. I did not belong in Quito. I did not belong in Portland. Have you had the depressing feeling that you do not belong to in a place? however, sometimes while walking I felt loved. Somewhere, I knew I was loved. That woke me up in my trip to down town. Portland reminded me that I was always alone, that I always wanted to be alone. It sucked. I felt nostalgia because recently I was not alone. Now, I am. I wanted to be alone for now. I got to admit that it sucks as much as it did before. Yet, this time is different. I realize before I was alone because I had no choice. Today, I took the decision to be alone.
I went hiking in the morning, short walk up hill...miss holding hands. Miss the rain.
So, I walk to down town and I was lost. I was lost. I was walking in circles. I was surrounded by people that were completely different, I was different to everyone. I did not belong there. I did not belong in Quito. I did not belong in Portland. Have you had the depressing feeling that you do not belong to in a place? however, sometimes while walking I felt loved. Somewhere, I knew I was loved. That woke me up in my trip to down town. Portland reminded me that I was always alone, that I always wanted to be alone. It sucked. I felt nostalgia because recently I was not alone. Now, I am. I wanted to be alone for now. I got to admit that it sucks as much as it did before. Yet, this time is different. I realize before I was alone because I had no choice. Today, I took the decision to be alone.
I went hiking in the morning, short walk up hill...miss holding hands. Miss the rain.
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