how i feel these days

a seed on the wind, falling then carried, rooted nowhere.

an emigrant, guarding memories of a distant place, but glad for the distance.

a shipwrecked sailor who doesn’t know the fates of his crew-mates.

an animal high in a tree; alert, observant, and undiscovered.

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