today i ran again,
across the bridge and down by the river, close to where my Grandmas ashes were scattered.
i stopped for a while to catch my breath, and when i looked around and saw how perfect and peaceful everything was, i felt a few tears buzz and prickle at the back of my eyes.
when i come back here it often feels like i have walked into a distorted dream or a blurred memory.
everything becomes very vivid with a fuzzy border, and i feel upset as well as my happiest.
the part of my stomach which used to ache for people now aches for home... even when i am here.
across the bridge and down by the river, close to where my Grandmas ashes were scattered.
i stopped for a while to catch my breath, and when i looked around and saw how perfect and peaceful everything was, i felt a few tears buzz and prickle at the back of my eyes.
when i come back here it often feels like i have walked into a distorted dream or a blurred memory.
everything becomes very vivid with a fuzzy border, and i feel upset as well as my happiest.
the part of my stomach which used to ache for people now aches for home... even when i am here.
this is lovely
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