+ slowly but surely, Mexico has begun settling into my
bones.
it is not something you can easily run away from. i think it happens during nighttime, when you dreams are still stuck up in the airplane that carried you between countries. but also when you’re in the thick of it, whizzing past street venders, footsteps on the cobblestone pavement; each breathful of air slowly leaking into your veins, and you all of a sudden realize going back will never be the same.
it is not something you can easily run away from. i think it happens during nighttime, when you dreams are still stuck up in the airplane that carried you between countries. but also when you’re in the thick of it, whizzing past street venders, footsteps on the cobblestone pavement; each breathful of air slowly leaking into your veins, and you all of a sudden realize going back will never be the same.
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