on the midwest and escapism
transience
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when i was small and moving across state lines
id meet a friend, only to lose them soon after
i was taught to be temporary myself.
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these budding connections left a blueprint
of how far a friendship should progress
what lies past that point is unknown
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and what is unknown is dangerous
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closeness, intimacy, commitment
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ive heard these things are what make up the core of humanity.
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i feel safe when i lay with my partner
and they stroke my hair, i notice the sun
and im brought back to my body for just a second
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so why do i think the solution to my problems is to be found in some field 1000 miles west? ⟡
not that anything monumental happens there
i went and i was alone in the world somewhere brand new to me
i was nothing and nobody
i was safe and unknown
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i keep telling myself its the suffocating humidity
or the sticky heat or the swarms of mosquitos
that i was born on the road so to the road i will return