futile devices- a love letter to my hometown

when i had been younger, all i wanted was to escape this tiny place so i chose to go somewhere far. but then it became more and more difficult to come back home and even if it was for just a day or two in the later years, something seems to be shifting constantly but the old marks stain and bleed through the daylight, a reminder of what came first. this is an apology for wanting to leave this place, that gave me the strength to leave.