its all damn clear now, as the snow disappears,
how much it goes back, all the fears.
to realize at the age of 20, that im disconnected with all
greater disconnection, comes with each of the falls.
i like snow, i like trains, it reminds me of home,
because ive never lived by either, they have grown.
in my ears and in my heart, i love the sound and feel,
i love these things because it is whats truth and real.
there was never, and will never be.
there is no such thing as home.
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