thinking, reminiscing, worrying.
one part homesick, the other wanderlust.
where is home?
black sky, white snow-glittering.
number three on the TV.
hoping, praying, longing.
how many more?
misty retinas, queasy stomach.
time stands still, the clock ticks.
"i can't sleep," silently whispered.
when will i see you?
blurred dreams, scattered ambitions.
faith in a crooked smile.
gather thoughts, find a path.
where do i go from here?
i'm ready.
x
hill
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