Friday, July 12, 2024

nomadic

I find home alone in the space between places and people I want to be. every day I catch the wind knowing not where it’s been or who it’s touched. it doesn’t matter and I want it to. Gaza is a graveyard and I want more attention. a lot of blood on the big screen. stories that might make more sense next time. I fall asleep in the movie theatre and wake up on the train. nothing forever. everything nomadic. 

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