Home is never far away

14/04/2013 at 15:44 (Personal) (, , )

Out walking under a silver-cloud haze, the air thick with smells of hot tarmac and spring winds and the rain that patters down, I felt my heart swell with happiness for the first time in weeks. Months. I felt alive, for no materialistic or alcohol-infused reason, nothing but the natural elements that always call back my blood. The world that, in the end, is the only thing that really matters to me, full of cut grass and memories, and a pale sun threading through the sky.

I love these milk-honey days. Heat haze, desert sun, all silver and gold.

I feel like myself. For now at least, my head’s clear. I just had to stop here on the pavement to tell you so, friend.


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