There is something about seeing a visualization of it now
A reminder of having been and gone
Knowing I had to leave
Though there was so much goodness
And livelihood.

I remember listening to the same song on repeat
I just wanna do some good
With this little life of mine.

I've become reacquainted
With the silence
In a way I never have before.

Late into the night
There is no noise to be had
When its just me
And I relish the hours of silence
Where there are no phones buzzing
Emails ringing
The anxieties and egos of others
To navigate
Like a maze of corn.

I'm a sucker for nostalgia
Its part of what makes me an artist
And I remember the walls
Holding me in
Carrying me through
A Philadelphia life
I revisit from time to time.

I hope  I can figure it all out
I woke up today feeling
A kind of reawakened hope
The kind of hope I felt
The zeal
I felt
When I first held a camera in my hands again.

Who knew it would all lead to this?