Land

There’s something familiar in the air, it unnerves you. Trip over tongue twisters you were born to learn. Everyone looks the same: they all look like you. I dragged my little suitcase behind me across the cobblestoned streets, the air warmer than I’d imagined and a kind spring sunlight in my eyes. The sun sets late over scattered rooftops but the night is so silent you can hear your blood rush. In the space, you are offered a moment’s reprieve.

You devour it like you’d been starving.