Deep breath.

I don’t cry.

I can feel the tears ticking my consciousness, subtly hydrating my heart.

The tears swim through my limbs evoking a heaviness in my hands and feet. The heaviness holding me in place.

I don’t cry.

It’s hard…to leave.

Some places fill your bones with a life that other places can’t.

This place: it’s wildness is intertwined with a peaceful sense of order. Order through nature.

It makes sense.

The air feels right even when it feels wrong. The smells are beautiful even when they’re foul.

This is how I know…

I don’t cry.

I can’t. It hurts. The tears keep swimming inside of me as I say goodbye.