I’ve finally made it to the beach.
Palm trees line the beach just like they should anywhere in the world. In my opinion, a beach isn’t considered a beach if there are no palm trees.
It’s taken me a while to get here, & a bit of money too.
In this moment, sitting here, I have truly found Shalom again. This is Waikiki.
I run my fingers through the sand, damp from a recent rain, and yet indisputably soft as silk against my fingers. I am comfortably embraced within it.
I feel, for the first time in five years, at home with myself. For the first time in five years, I am sane.
Mahalo E Ke Akua No Keia La