Recognizing home; three negronis
Recognizing Homes; Three Negronis I had discussed the opportunities with myself a dozen times. Chase worry and follow suit, or crash land into an atmosphere of impossibility. While I never dug so deep for an answer, I questioned all the same. Yet the problems arising grew to block the view of my tomorrows. Is it a problem to be forced into the present? Appreciation is a tool better let lived, smile accordingly and transfer less concepts from alternative areas. We the well-travelled specimen, the courageous, the indifferent, the well to be unique. This is the age of forgetting tomorrow, and letting yesterday wash past like a stream. I question the daily investment in my mind, but the health built on sand is a creaky foundation at best. I hear the nails rusted in the doorways, creaking, squealing as I open the screen to leave, once again. I stammered “I need to leave” I have to get out of here. This is not home anymore. The cry for else, for othe...
