its uncanny how any given day within the stretch of 4 weeks
could be more prolonged then the whole.
how easily habits
and friendships
can be formed,
and yet not soon forgotten.
what it feels like to have a life outside another; where people are only seen as who they are then.
where actions are justified by not years of growth
but first impressions.
and yet, perhaps this place with no past,
is home.
for me;
and for many others.
