as it is

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to find home in the
here and now
without the need to unpack the suitcase

to be in love
on every busy street and crowded station
in every hello
always knowing that
autumn comes, the birds will leave again

how do I get there?
I remember too many things
cup always overflowing

rivers of people substitutes for
just sitting and breathing in
the steady rhythm of the boundless ocean
I do miss you
I do miss me
endless dissonance
until the moment music reaches my heart
and drowns it in complete
Perfection