the days pass so quickly. my time home is over, and once more I’m back in the city. I climb up my loft bed and it’s as though the island was just a dream.
I slept on the flight, dozing in and out of thoughts of people and places I love and miss. my heart still yearns to hold it all, and it continues to weigh heavy knowing it can’t. wanting to have all I’ve ever loved in present tense: a foolish fantasy.
I walked through my hometown this morning. my parents held me before saying goodbye this evening. I painted for my mother, hugged my dear cousin goodbye as he sets off on his new life overseas. before bed, I stick a letter to the wall, one I’ve kept close since leaving Lewes. Sam Williams (friend, writer/director of Timepieces and recently viral comedy sensation) writes: nothing is ever lost / you can find me with one foot in the stream.
I don’t know what any of it means but I know that I’m lucky. <<
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