One week later,

And I still can’t find the words to say.

I sit in my room and watch the light trickle in passed the silence and trees.

I smell scents of old homes through the forest and suns rays while nothing—

makes a sound.

I’ve been moving this past week in order to enjoy these moments.

Noise turned into quiet very fast and it wasn’t soon after I found myself saying I could get used to this.

Oh how beautiful it sounds.

In the depth of all these feelings I still can’t help but to wonder what is next for me on this path.

Be here now, I hear. And it’s easier to listen now.

Sometimes you just gotta get away.

Haku enjoys it to;

outstretched in long craved dreams.

I remember the things I have to carry on and hesitate before doing so.

Must I really go back? I ask knowing it’s the only way.

How will I teach?

How will I learn?

So I continue. And take breaks in between.

What weird times we’re in I must say.

I wonder how long it’ll last.

I wonder how long I’ll last.


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