the trouble with loving so many people,
is learning to balance the moralities
without losing sense of your own boundaries.
justifying all our actions, revealing common fragility.

we seek old cities we've been to before,
because we are reassured our warm cup of noodles
in a home where it takes work to find any alone time.
when all you needed was a new place to grow.

uprooted and placed into the same pot,
my stomach aches and insomnia feeds off dry soil.
i never could have imagined despising predictability
in such an uncertain time.