it’s incredible to think
that in a few months
my reality will be forever altered
I’ll step off the plane
into a new existence
new streets I’ll walk
that will grow more familiar with each stride.
The strangers that may become friends
or even family
the bed where I’ll sleep
peppered with clothes and books and leotards
the worn out trails between home and school and train
the routine I’ll quickly fall into
and the world I’ll build around me
while the world I live in now
will fade into distant memory.
And everything I once looked at with awe
will become common and ordinary.
Until I return to my home town
and everything looks smaller
and far more beautiful
than when I walked these streets every day
my paths and routines so deeply engraved
but I am a part of a different world
Too Far From the Sun 