‚ÄčIt’s a sea of familiar. Familiar faces. Familiar lanes.

This has been my home.

The people smile up at me. They smile down.

I know the way the wind whispers to the leaves.

I had planted a few trees.

They ask me what’s wrong. Or they ask me what’s new.

Their plethoric pandora of emotions are mixed in the crowd.

My heart takes that familiar sinking trip again.

The signs make perfect sense.

The people are pointing in the right direction.

I know the way, I know the faces.

But where the fuck is that connection?


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