pura vida

I feel split between two lives. One in Costa Rica, the other in Santa Cruz. I want to go back, but I also want to stay. It’s like having two voices whispering reasons to stay and leave. I don’t know how to feel, but someday I might. I changed who I was to put them both first but now I give up. It’s like, which one do I choose?? I’m getting a headache because even my friends are like, “you have to stay!” or, “Come back soon!” It’s like these two colors, which don’t seem to be able to mix. I can’t have both places.

They’ll keep their original color and I explode because I can’t find a harmony. That’s how I feel like.