Leaving Dublin

When I left Dublin a month ago, I didn't know why I was leaving. I didn't know where I would be when I got home. I didn't want it to end, but like all adventures do, it did. But I've had some reflection. I've been led. And I think that I'm where I'm supposed to be. I think I know what the next step is. I'm just trying not to rush it.

Storm

Sun gives way to rain Day gives way to night Lost somewhere in between Touching the ground for remnants of warmth Touching souls for glimpses of memories long since forgotten Roads less travelled are still roads New paths try to be easier Yet the old ones are tried and true Nothing was broken to make …

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