Pieces (A Return To Form)

its been almost more than a week since i’ve made my epic adventure back into my dusty old town. nothing new, nothings changed. every time i return i hope for something new or exciting to occur, but no. its just the same old dusty town i grew up in.

yet despite the lack of interaction with acquaintances of the days gone by, i find myself recharged and slowly piecing myself back together. the annual grind of working in the military has whittled me down into almost half of the person that i once was. but every time i return here… being around the people that influenced me to become the person that i am today, brings back my strength and slowly pieces me to the person that i once was.

granted, i’ve done alot of growing up along the way. along that process of growing up i slowly started to lose aspects of me. it felt like i wasnt MYSELF, even though many people said i was just fine.

hearing in person advice coming from close friends, laughing with them, just BEING around their presence fires off moments of nostalgia that i use to re-piece myself back together into a prime state of being. it sounds crazy, but yeah…

idk.