Far From People
Ghosts of old church windows, something stronger than silence taking hold out here. For years, I've spent my life far from people. Wherever they are, I'm not. If I see a car somewhere I've meant to stop, I've always kept going and came back later. An isolationist introvert doesn't see much change in the country, not when I already keep a distance of a hundred meters or more. No human contact is where I'm happiest, and the quietest places call me home. Welcome back to yourself, keeping peace with nature, old cemeteries and churches and abandoned homes. Tonight, I came to read the names on gravestones, and left with no notice. Heard kids playing in the distance, they didn't see me and I didn't see them. I float like a ghost through the quiet country, haunting away.
April 6, 2020
West Paradise, Nova Scotia
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Far From People
Ghosts of old church windows, something stronger than silence taking hold out here. For years, I've spent my life far from people. Wherever they are, I'm not. If I see a car somewhere I've meant to stop, I've always kept going and came back later. An isolationist introvert doesn't see much change in the country, not when I already keep a distance of a hundred meters or more. No human contact is where I'm happiest, and the quietest places call me home. Welcome back to yourself, keeping peace with nature, old cemeteries and churches and abandoned homes. Tonight, I came to read the names on gravestones, and left with no notice. Heard kids playing in the distance, they didn't see me and I didn't see them. I float like a ghost through the quiet country, haunting away.
April 6, 2020
West Paradise, Nova Scotia
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You can support my work
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