It’s not easy coming home.
Speaking about sunshine and the ocean and not speaking about either.
The goodbyes keep on coming.
On what has been and could still be.
On coming and going, and biding your time in the in-betweens.
On the stories we tell ourselves in order to live, and the ones we don't.
On taking walks and hanging up curtains 10 months too late.
On familiar February's and the different shades of not knowing what happens next.
Starting to believe that there is more than one way to, and for, everything.
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