homesick
Revisitations to past stomping grounds have saturated me with sensations that I thought I have withdrawn. These territories hold secrets that only myself and my childhood acquaintances recall. The remarkably youthful endeavors that took place over a decade ago release a sense of comfort, but this remembrance also comes with small amounts of despair.
Who am I? Where have I gone? Is she proud? Who am I to become?
to slip into this unconscious travel,
that reverses all current moments and memories,
that uncovers the complexity of who you are as a person,
who you were as a child.
where will you go?
where have you gone?
