two years

today marks two years since we left the study lodge and that world we called home behind. I remember my last glimpse of the room that had been our sanctuary, the tears shed into the shoulders of the friends I still miss every day, the clouds.

I lack the words to articulate my confusion. sometimes it still feels present tense, despite the distance. the world still exists in dreams and memories, though I’ll always wake and be further from it all with each passing day. I miss my friends and the home we shared, and I think I will forever. <<