Archaism

There is no place like home.
Try as I might I will probably never find it.
The wind is my ally and the earth is my foe.

Strikes against and for me.

Something in all of us makes me want to stay despite the fact I loathe our way.
I delude myself that we have hope, yet the fear of what seems to me is inevitable breathes life into me.

There is something in all of us that I have grown to love.
These are the people I love.
















Be good to each other.
This is golden.