the random station hugs
i miss her, but i want her to tell me she’s missing me.
Howdy! During a session I hosted with my writing group (every Wednesdays and Sundays this month), I used the prompt: “what place feels like you can’t go back anymore? you can either describe it in specific details (the ones you loved or hated) or just write about how you felt to be there.” — and obviously it came from a point i knew i needed to write about this myself. I don’t think I would’ve allowed myself to write about this topic, if i didn’t know that my writer group was with me, and as i finished writing this, the hour was over and i felt it held by my fellow writers.
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“I’m not sure when I return to England this quickly again,” I say, everyone shrugging it off as quickly as it slipped through my teeth.
a year later, I don’t say it again. I just feel it.
five months since I’ve last been in England and I’m returning. And I’m suddenly aware that it never was about the specific place or about the different past versions I was afraid to face like haunting ghosts. It’s about time’s inevitable consequence called change.