At Home Alone

I've been out growing things that I never thought I could and honestly, at some point I began to outgrow myself. Habits that I have had for years are becoming burdens. Dreams that I wanted became obtainable, Only for me to realize that it was never what I TRULY wanted. People who were once at my side are now shadows. Surprisingly it's not as bad  I would have assumed. Growth is inevitable and uncomfortable to say the least. SO many things have changed but somethings and people have remained. Another lesson learned is that distance is healthy. Sometimes we don’t see regardless of the circumstances that brought the distance. It can be healthy and intentionally done by the universe. I've been alone in many places. Foreign countries, “God's Country”, hoods across America.. but never alone here. It seems to be what I was always missing when I was everywhere else. No one calling me needing advice, a ride, to borrow money, or any of that shit. It's quiet this time. I wasn’t use to it, not here. I’ve settled in now.. Planning. For this place feels just as foreign as all the other lands i’ve traveled to. Finally I want to do it here, and alone.