traveling

home is internal. eternal. it is not him. or her. it is the vibration of familiarity in an unknown place. it is stepping one foot in front of the other below the sun. it is knowing how to turn around. it is following the signs to go forward.

we are not bound to land, but to planets. the space is endless and oceans can be crossed. water cleanses. dust renews. laughter is fear being released from the body. we are okay.

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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