You never come back from a journey Marcus, not if you’ve really travelled.
Did you plan to?
I’m not sure. But you leave so much of yourself there that what returns is a broken piece of what was. Or you take in so much that a stranger walks home in your skin, with thoughts and dreams in colours you have never seen before.
What about those that were connected to what was?
The way a beautiful landscape is connected to a train window.
How far did you have to go?
in the bird’s song
a new sigh, a pause