HOMECOMING

I have visited many internal parts of myself. Some of these roads lead to landmarks of my morosity, in which I am deeply familiarized with. I know my way, you see. I walk the roads like blood through veins, without reins. Whether in the dark or in the light, the paths know me, as I, them. Recently, I found a pathway filled with overgrown bushes. A promising end is what my intuition whispers, but I must cut down the bushes that hinder steps. I have not been here before, yet there is a strong knowing that it is a place I must reach. It holds something I am yet to fully encounter, so naturally, there is curiosity that burns quietly like the embers of past hopes. The movement of blade to grass is one that requires a tamed precision of purpose; desire to unleash that which is flawed, to embrace uncertainty as all things. Naked and free as the burning of the night stars. Like a homecoming, a reunion of prophecy and fate in all of the complexities they hold.

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