What can I possibly say to myself in 5 years? I don’t even know where I’m going to live! I left home at 18 and have moved ever since. At present, I do not feel at home anywhere. Clouded by anxiety and the state of the world, I do not know if I will ever find stability – my home and tribe. I hope I do; and this yearning made up the first section of my letter.
Tag: writing
Desert Rain | Prose Writing
I resisted the loosening of the soil, the sudden drop in temperature, and the disappearance of fissures that give me character.
