i woke up in a hammock somewhere far from the city. it was twilight and for a moment i did not remember how i got there. everything was calm; birds chirping, fresh air, a certain silence that could only be spelled as "safe".

i looked at my hands and i remembered why i came here.

stray christmas bullets landing just three feet away from my head meant that i'm still being chased after all. at least alive and worthy enough to be chased.

my self-imposed semi-isolation should end now. it must, or else i will implode. i must find something, someone to hold on to, or else these fierce winds that comes always after momentarily calms such as these, would blow me apart.

whether moving, walking sanctuaries, or sanctuaries rooted on the ground with rocks and concrete, i seemed to have destroyed everything somehow. i look at my hands and remembered that i needed to find new ones...

anything to escape loneliness.