I wonder what it all means. If we do this, does it mean we
promise to stay?
Does buying land mean committing to land?
When the officer
scans my fingers and tells me I’m good, is that a good thing?
Is that the kind
of good I want to be?
What does homesickness mean?
That I should go home or that
I should get over it?
It’s like I have this voice inside that’s constantly reminding
me, sometimes in whispers, sometimes in mirror shattering screams, that I don’t
really live here.
Just so I won’t forget.
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