I have been away from my world, occasionally summoning death. I have been away from the dark but light never feels like home.
I hug strangers now because it feels like I could meet them and tomorrow will come without them and if it does I hope that the warmth of my chest and hands leads them home, safe and happy.
I know strange places. Every time I try to text old friends, whenever I want to smell coffee welcoming the sun, every chance I get to sit for a glass of wine…memories are a strange place.
I no longer know what it means to jump in joy. I find corners to settle in, curl up and smile at my sadness. The world has been beautiful through this lens.
I need to move. I should escape this point. Or maybe this could be my home.
Thank you for stopping by
Words; Miss Kabura
Images; Glady & Ruto