My goodbye ode to Ohio. :)
This is a voice memo from August 8th, with just 2 days left to pack and return to Houston, and the biggest scatter of things in my kitchen still. These were my final thoughts, then, as I strolled along my empty apartment and leaned long against that double sink, staring at my vine plant. My mind touched on everything that I ever cared about in Marietta.
In voice form. Ah. Click Here.
Such a long goodbye. Such a warm stay. A sweetness lingers still, today.
There are shapes that haunt me still and people I miss dearly, and there will always be a version of me that risks it all, all over again, just to prove myself right forever, for the second time.
That I can, and I will.
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