the return
2003-12-18 & 12:35 a.m.

pieces of an older self choke me upon my arrival. it's been a transition from disconcerting to disattachment, knowing this will never be my home again. it's an emersion into a past i'm not sure i ever quite understood and now am too far beyond to.

arrivals used to be more chaotic, more time-consuming, more extreme. now it is a ground for passing through, a turning up of the lips to indicate someone has missed someone or something at sometime. even if it is a lie.