i think i was happy about being able to come home after so long. i think.
i’m not sure if it was the familiarity i was craving or the need to have someone i love near me. not sure if it was the loneliness or how people couldn’t relate to me on a soul to soul basis.
i guess that too is allowed.
i think i was happy about coming home. i mean Russia is faaarrr man. i am from Botswana. imagine. i think i was also scared. we all fear change, but accepting it makes it okay, i guess.
to begin with, African skies are wonderful. i marvel in their beauty. Where i was, cause of all the snow and what not, it was usually cloudy and gloom. i missed looking up and seeing the clouds doing their thing. i imagine God lying on his bed somewhere just running his fingers through the clouds.
i love looking at a familiar face. feeling that tug at your heart when they smile.
i love that i can still be the one someone can find a bit of refuge in.
i’m glad i’m home