- a perpetual longing. I see the trees, the worn paths, but no effort gets me there. The earthiness fills my nostrils but the dirt runs through my fingers like breath. Days, months pass and nothing changes. 2016 passes into 2017 and still... I hang the towels in different patterns. I walk Zoe down different streets. I am loved, but restless and wish I were HOME.
I drink too much.