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  • I had no idea how much it would hurt to leave a city. The thrum and rumble of its trains. The hollow roar of tunnel-winds. This is where my story began, back when I was starry-eyed and weak-kneed. Determined to take this place by storm. Determined to argue every angle, to leave my mark, smug in my petulance.

    Now I stalk my own ghost down these streets, heart lurching at the hindsight. Grieving my blind choices. How is it that I stood here merely months ago, brimming with pride and promise before slinking back into all that I left behind, tail flicking listlessly between my legs?

    I sold my dream for him. I cashed it in for less than I bought it for and a tenth of what it was worth. ⠀

    Three days of letting this place sink into my skin again, and I am slowly realising that home isn’t a place. Home exists somewhere in the wind. Home is a yearning. It is desire in motion. It is an awakening and aching, existing side by side. ⠀
    I know now, that I had to leave in order to be found. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

    But oh, how I was found.
  • I had no idea how much it would hurt to leave a city. The thrum and rumble of its trains. The hollow roar of tunnel-winds. This is where my story began, back when I was starry-eyed and weak-kneed. Determined to take this place by storm. Determined to argue every angle, to leave my mark, smug in my petulance.

Now I stalk my own ghost down these streets, heart lurching at the hindsight. Grieving my blind choices. How is it that I stood here merely months ago, brimming with pride and promise before slinking back into all that I left behind, tail flicking listlessly between my legs?

I sold my dream for him. I cashed it in for less than I bought it for and a tenth of what it was worth. ⠀

Three days of letting this place sink into my skin again, and I am slowly realising that home isn’t a place. Home exists somewhere in the wind. Home is a yearning. It is desire in motion. It is an awakening and aching, existing side by side. ⠀
I know now, that I had to leave in order to be found. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

But oh, how I was found.
  •  10  1 55 minutes ago