What I completely comprehended on a walk down the boulevard
Home, Roots, Belonging... these are images and idealisms that only last finitely... it is no place that remains constant, static and infinite.
This place is good... but it will never emulate the feelings it envoked before... the one of being embodied with the anxiety and excitement of being a stepping stone to something bigger... that's something that came and went. Things change.
This place is good... but it will never emulate the feelings it envoked before... the one of being embodied with the anxiety and excitement of being a stepping stone to something bigger... that's something that came and went. Things change.