solitude, sole responsibility
seven thousand miles, seventeen days
definitive end, possible beginning
yet, this
this time of days and minutes and hours and years
these unknown moments
stir up unmatched, inconceivable, undeniable ... fear.
peaceful memories
family
friends closer than family
challenge and fulfillment
respect and love
this place where we belong
this place we become strong
this place we know
this place where we grow
never heard your voice so clear
"the time has come...
the end is near"
good-byes uttered
without understanding
without explanations
that leave ends neatly tied
tears shed
with shaking heads
questions asked
without resolution
only this absolute
you speak
we listen
we wait
for a
place where we belong
place to become strong
place we know
place where we grow
