fresh air

a fresh start to a new way of living.

a familiar culture & comforting faces.

nights full of brew & ashes.

mornings spent wakin’ up to my best friend.

new confusing relationships stir around me.

where do i fit? where do i go?

am i a child of this land or the other?

the Father gives & takes

& heals & breaks.

a dot. a speck. a freckle

on the large visage of time.

what am i to do?

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