2023 was the year of gratitude.
2024…
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2023 was the year of gratitude.
2024…
I crossed an ocean with equal parts anticipation and tension, fearful of the unknowns to a point that most would consider irrational, as is common for “my kind”.
I’m alone beside others who are not.
Cross ocean with fear
Find joy raising others up
Birds chirp in these lands too
Warm sun, distant lands
Sharing the path with others
Sadness in leaving
Brave foreign journey
Cool breeze over cobblestones
Bonds not how once seen
Looking down at cities, towns, and farmlands, they’re fragmented like glass shards by roads, railways, and edges of fields.
Would that I could grant a wish
To allow him to run back.
For a dear friend, with love.
Some days, I want to live forever in the morning…
I find myself thinking about the microcosms of the individuals here contrasted against the macrocosm of that oddity that is the lot of us coming together on this one path at the same place and time.
A room full of people can feel like the loneliest place on earth, when every person there is just another reminder of your inherent failure to connect and/or understand. Paradoxically, sometimes it’s easier to remember you’re still human when you’re alone.
One day, I may finally get there.