I am Gwa’sala-‘Nakwaxda’xw
I am looking for my happiness,
(I was seven)
to come back again
I am learning to speak my language
I am listening to the rain fall and drip down my window,
in the mornings
I am remembering the times when my dad took me to parks,
to play
I used to walk all the way,
through grasses, with music, alone.
I am waiting for the big beautiful warm sun to come out-again
I am running on the memories and the music to get me through rough days
I am chasing my day dreams by the tip of its tail
I am hoping by the time I open my eyes, that everything will be back to normal
I am living
I am.
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