Meeting friendly people, in knowing
That friendship was never an option here
Slow journeys, with heavy eyelids
Wondering when home will return
For home is not a location
But a mere fly on the wall
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 6:16 PM UTC
Meeting friendly people, in knowing
That friendship was never an option here
Slow journeys, with heavy eyelids
Wondering when home will return
For home is not a location
But a mere fly on the wall
I wrote this at the end of my trip, on the bus to the airport.
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