past those windows, nothing is

familiar. there are lights that i,

don't recognize, walls that i,

can't touch

from the ceiling hang candles that i,

can't light, attics that i,

won't reach, shelves that i,

can't see

the clocks still run at the same speed --

no matter where

no matter how

no matter why 

-- but

as long as i have you:

i could be a hundred thousand miles away. 

or i could be just across the street.

and all i know is that

anywhere feels like home

2024.05.20 // ;;