filled with vaguely-remembered emotions, in awe of these steps that arise from my feet. to return home, to fulfill those raisins in the sun of my love. to return to exile lonely, familiar italia.
i am
aching for my love to sweep me off my feet
i am awaiting new fallings-in
i am awakening from two years of short-term workplans and recording milestones of minutiae
i am slowing down and returning to a vast past of no horizons and breathing in every moment
love & leave.
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