08 January 2017

At the end of Christmas break

When the night is done and we say our See You Agains, they become mythical figures in my memory. Ones whom I see only in brief pictures and posts. They're lost in distant lands, each of us with lives of our own, and a life we resume together when we come home.

We are torn between beings kids again or going on with life as adults. But in this place in between, where we are both and neither, life strangles us.

Seattle, Washington

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