"I don't want to leave here. I don't want to stay. It feels like pinching to me either way. And the places I long for the most are the places where I've been. They are calling out to me like a long lost friend.

It's not about losing faith. It's not about trust. It's all about comfortable when you move so much. And the place I was wasn't perfect, but I had found a way to live. And it wasn't milk or honey, but then neither is this.

I'm painting pictures of Egypt and leaving out what it lacks. The future feels so hard and I want to go back. But the places that used to fit me cannot hold the things I've learned and those roads were closed off to me , when my back was turned.

The past is so tangible. I know it by heart. Familiar things are never easy to discard. I was dying for some freedom, but now I hesitate to go. I am caught between the promise and the things I know.

If it comes to quick I may not appreciate it. Is that the reason behing all this time in the sand?
If it comes to quick I may not recognize it. Is that the reason behind all this time in the sand?"


sara puts it so much better than I