Then I teleported to the Schlossberg, made the sun come out, and took a selfie with no hands...phew it was quite exhausting.
So we got this thing, we call the heart. Is that really referring to that meaty-thing pumping in our chest? Well let me tell you, I think I'll need a transplant after having to endure all the beauty I find in the city of Graz. Whether it be the fluttering and frolicking music or a humble-bike-repair-dude--there is so much to seek and find. The thing is, in this space we call "the heart" I am enjoying a lot of peace and stillness. Moments to stop, be quiet, and maybe smile if you got those feels. I mean sure, it cannot always be like that. There are moments when my heart races in excitement or aches in a little home sickness. Actually, let me try something:
It longs, it chases
to take me places
It beats, it races
to whom it embraces
It quivers, it quiets
in the midst of riots
It cries, it tries
despite the lies
It heals, it shows
through high's and low's
It smiles, it sows
because a heart grows
Shout-out to Graz for this poem and being so beautiful! Traveling evokes so many feelings!
Well, ciao! and tune-in next post for the next great Austrian-Adventure!
One more for everyone back home!
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