Keep it Real
I went back to Tofo to see in the New Year with my best friend.
It partly killed me.
That sick feeling in your stomach, an emotion you can’t quite identify.
A knot. That sits there. Slowly sucking in your mind.
Before you know it your limbs won’t move.
Yet, it was only part.
The feeling of displacement dissipated.
This is the island.
These people are the lost toys.
I’m almost ready to go home.
To regain my bearings.
To see from afar the new matter i have inside, the new thoughts in my head.
And to know if it is real…