and it feels so good.
It makes me feel more like myself.
Time to
think.
Breathe deep
in that wind blowing around you.
Look back,
soak in,
write,
look forward.
Poetry and music and smoke and sweaters.
It somehow takes the strain off my shoulders. Somehow,
it feels like,
in its way,
like
where I belong.
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