Day 780: not sure

they call this
the most hawaiian island
i do not understand
but i can feel hina blowing through the red dirt
find myself wanting to wash myself of the dust
realizing too late its significance
im a city girl
honolulu bred
and yet
something about this places calls to me like i belong
if only
i could find love in these craters
behind these winds
if only i could find you here
hidden in the cracks between the sky
maybe things would be different
if i tried
maybe i could be different if i tried
who knows
all i am sure of is this
when in rains
this island bleeds into the sea
the red ring around her
my only reminder
that i was ever living