I saw so many.
The world was endless and all I ever saw was home.
Abundant with flaws.
Finite with space; Infinite with bliss.
of when I saw the world as small.
of when I assumed that the world ended
where the prairies stopped.
to leave it all behind.
I knew I was molding myself.
in those moments I would've been.
was my ascension to adulthood.
was the time allotted for innocence.
Home, a place that whispered serenity.
Nostalgia, is how it shall remain.
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