{ where are you }

le ciel, le 23 juillet

one week ago now to the hour i touched the ground again at "home"
it feels like forever has gone by since then, and
i find myself anywhere but at rest.
every time i go away, i come back expecting a sense of relief
that i have finally dropped anchor in my hometown.
but every time i come back feeling a little wilder,
a little stranger, a little less at ease.

i don't know where i belong.

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i know where i don't belong.
but i'm not just going to flee everything.
i want a destination.
or, if not a destination, a direction.

so far all arrows, made visible in the arrangement of objects in the wind,
point west.

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come in my direction

see what there is to see

then --- stay ---