I know change is
coming. I can feel it
like a warm fire
in my gut. Somehow
still, and yet growing.

I came here for
answers. Well, maybe
not. There aren't
many answers I
would believe.

But the stillness? Yes,
I believe the stillness
and the ache I have
when I'm not here.
The panic that closes
in on my chest, the
way I forget to
breathe.

Can I stay
here when I go?