The Sunchoke

Thursday I’m going back to visit my family, the first time since X-mas. Then I felt like a traveler in-between worlds new to Boston and hating it, separated from Tennessee and growing distant. My semi close friends looked at me like I abandoned them (which is true), my acquaintances were barely aware I had left, my close friends were just that. I waited to get comfort back, walking the streets of my old neigborhood

North Chattanooga, currently under demolition by the same old clique. It never came. Holidays came and went, I came and went and returned, to something.

Since then, i’ve mostly come to realize that comfort is just gone. that comfort really can only exist inside discomfort, sitting on top of the head of the snake.

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