Duplicity of Heart

It's odd to be moving.

I'm going to a place I've known before, people I'm close to, and sites that I call home... And yet.
This place has become my home, these people have become the ones I'm close to and these sites... They are the ones that pull at my heart strings.

I'm climbing a hill and I can see the distance, I can see the sky.
I'm pulling at rocks, branches and asking why....

Millions of birds over my head, create a shadow, and I lose myself in the fall.
This is summer, though, so I ought to be finding my true soul.

I'm so sick of saying goodbyes. But I love going to new places. So I think I'm a bit mixed up. I'm excited though. To see faces that are in my heart, deep down, in the core. To trace places that are painted by my hands and in my head. I'm going home. And leaving home. And I'm happy. And I'm sad.
Contentment...... There is nothing else to say. But goodbye. And Hello.

Goodbye.

Hello.