isn't everything an island? isn't everything
lapped by tides at its very edges no matter
how far apart those edges are?
you learn to cope. uprooted and alive, maybe,
you learn. land is land. water is rivers, lakes,
and seas, still. the stars are the same.
(until they aren't. until one side is hidden from you.
have you been lying to yourself? for the sake of
comfort? did it work?)
it's still easier to make anywhere home when
home is no longer anywhere you can reach.
(but foreign lands are foreign lands.)
Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 7:23 PM UTC
isn't everything an island? isn't everything
lapped by tides at its very edges no matter
how far apart those edges are?
you learn to cope. uprooted and alive, maybe,
you learn. land is land. water is rivers, lakes,
and seas, still. the stars are the same.
(until they aren't. until one side is hidden from you.
have you been lying to yourself? for the sake of
comfort? did it work?)
it's still easier to make anywhere home when
home is no longer anywhere you can reach.
(but foreign lands are foreign lands.)
(character poem)
and these lands were certainly foreign
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