Gone, but not forgotten.

Why do I always abandon things I love?

This.

I love this little place so much.

It is my corner.
My hideout.
My public 'safe space'.

So why did I leave?

Is it because things have
been good?

Or better?

More consistent?

I don't know.

And that's why I'm back,
I suppose.

To figure it out.

Godspeed.

C. W.