It's strange going back to a city you love after seasons at a time. People change, buildings morph, staffs of family fade into faces you don't know. But all the reasons you fell in love in the first place remain in tact.
I sit currently in a coffee shop with a vegan donut and a heart of longing. The weather is perfect, the flowers budding, the world shifting back to the one I first associated with freedom, edge, identity and awareness. I love who I became in this city; even now I still have the habit of coming back and getting inked; permanently ingraining this city into myself.
The people are honest and tough; the town alive but subtle: the art present, but self contained. If I were more content in my discontent I would live here. I still dream of ruling the biggest town I can find. I want to orbit the earth; it's not enough for me to cause a storm. But this is my backstage, it's where I grow and prepare for the masterpiece I want to share with the world. So I travel back to make it and find myself surrounded by angels singing my name as I pass. Friends who share their lives, pets and loved ones. Trees humming patiently for my next return.
I love it here.
It was the perfect escape.
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