i want to go home

and so i was,
high in the snow
overlooking the cliffs and mountains,
a fog, like a cloud, sinking low.
and the evergreens,
extending into a massive grey,
i interpreted as the ocean.

and so i was,
lying by myself,
in the snow.
it was quiet. couldn't hear anything.
it was strange.
i'm so used to the sound of traffic,
to the noise of everything colliding,
like a thousand thoughts
at once.

and so i was,
almost home.
a thousand words i
dont know how to say,
that i interpreted as longing.
...but nothing really makes sense.
i'm not home until i stop leaving

and not so sure if i'll ever come back.

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i was sitting here, i a pastor's office in port alberni, reflecting on a weekend of crazy running around and sledding... and i started writing. what started out as a kickin' blog turned into the start of my article for "under the couch", my school's newspaper.

i'll make sure to save you a copy. good night.