Portugal; My Religion.

Portugal.

I guess that the ideas we make

create the conversations we have...

The world is getting clearer...

And as it clears,

Insecurity sets in...

And we're all trying to mask it...

Pretend that it's not there...

I'm even afraid to admit it,

That I don't feel good enough...

Not handsome enough...

Jaw isn't sharp enough,

Body isn't cut enough,

Chest isn't smooth enough,

Voice isn't clear enough,

Eyes aren't focused enough...

The positive side to this situation

Is that I'm humbled

While also made aware that

None of this matters...

What I want is not what I need...

And the most beautiful diamond

Takes the longest time to perfect.

I could find a million cliches

To say what I want to say

To make me feel better.

But in the end,

All you need is faith.

And whatever makes you feel better,

Is your religion...

Portugal...

You opened my eyes,

Relaxed my shoulders,

Massaged my chest,

Hugged me,

Played with me...

Gave me adventure

And filled me with speech.

You loved me,

And I loved you in return...

'The same climate as California',

he says...

I smile.

'I'm going to like living there',

I think...

I swam naked in the ocean

Fed a giant seagull with a broken wing,

Went on a 40k bike ride,

Ate the most beautiful fish of my life...

sea bream,

stone bream,

golden bream,

mackerel,

salmon,

sole...

Fed my soul,

Fell asleep on the sands

Walked to the edge of cliffs...

I gave my body just a taste,

and now I want more...

London is my home,

I will always come back,

But for now,

I'm seeking out other pastures...

Hotter ones.

Understanding the meaning of being thankful

Realizing the power of positivity

Feeling content in this moment of power.

Chris says things are going to start taking off next week...

I can feel it...

Glad I got my holiday in when I got the chance...

(Check out my buddy, Bubbz's band above... they're pretty kickass...)

(Thanks Osei & Sarah)