Home

Though I am on vacation, ironically I’m also at home. Referring to where I am now as ‘home’ however, feels forced. I’m inclined to employ purgatorial vocabulary and metaphors  to explain the phenomenon. Both hometown and college town feel like home, so I don’t know which would be the heaven and which the hell were I to truly execute the metaphor.  

Bound

I wish to be freed from the mental shackle of men—keeping me bound to myself and causing more calamity than I thought possible. When the cycles and waves in my mind, patterns of my soul, and movements of my body loafe together in balance, I may then share these internal and external forces with one another set them to song. But, my trinity is unable to hum let alone sing, and only solitude may aid in their harmony.