Fond memories

I wish I would’ve sat by the fire pit a little longer holding their hands and singing songs of freedom until the last glowing ember burned out. I find myself saudade throughout the day, yearning to run back to that environment where I felt safe in all senses of the word. It feels like the last two months were just a dream. Every morning since I’ve left Maine I can’t help but to contemplate on how I've erupted from such a peaceful sleep. I find myself once again shaking at my nerves to be myself in America during 2020.
This year of clarity has brought a certain energy that may be too heavy for it to matter all at once.

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