grasping for roots
How far we are from what's akin. How far we have gone from where we began. How far we've come is how far removed we've become. From our roots. From the matter of what matters. From where we need to be, back, to stay. To co-exist in defiance of odds we're stacking against ourselves. To co-outlive our collective suicidal tendencies. To co-struggle towards survival. To sail this kin-ship home.
home is where the home is
The first home is given, the last home is chosen. And along a long road with many detours I arrived at the realization that the place itself doesn't matter so much, but who you share it with and how your experience there begets your feelings, only to re-realize down the road that the place too matters, how it speaks and whispers to you, even if you don’t understand what it’s saying.