A response poem to myself (#1).

                This is what you do. This is what you always do!   ‘I’m miserable here’, you say. ‘I need to get out of here.’ ‘I need to leave.’   So you keep leaving, set off for your newest feat just to see that life isn’t ideal there either.   Life isn’t ideal anywhere, honey. Wherever you go new difficulties will appear and every time you will find yourself ¬†something new to dwell on.   And yet, whenever you come back you seem to forget about all that, and the problem again becomes … Continue reading A response poem to myself (#1).