Why did I snap at that poor kid
who happened to wander over?
Why is the poster so attractive, so distant, so impossible?
Why do I still want to try and connect to a place I am leaving in a matter
of seconds, a sudden shift back across the Pacific?
No more English
Maybe the dual nature of desires, eh? love/ hate relationships…when it is time to go it is time to hold on more tightly than ever? i don’t know, but it is often my reaction to change.