Rolling softness;
A desire to look out at the world,
Not hide in virtual contact,
Mp3's.
Smiles,
Connection with a beautiful
Face, a sweet heart.
I am able to be quiet,
Helpful, friendly;
To write, inspired;
To breathe.
Years have changed small things
With a big impact,
Stirring memories
Of love and agony.
The smallest kindness
And I want to weep.
As space diminishes,
Cars, people and panic multiply.
I am no longer sure
Where my home is.
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