Missing
I know now what I was never meant to know.
I would trade it. All of it. Without hesitation.
Knowing the way home isn’t the same as being there.
Some things cannot be replaced by understanding. Some absences are not illuminated by truth, just composed of it.
The exiles among you will know what I mean.
I miss you. Terribly.
By D. Bowman Nomina Numina is a journal of reflections, moments, and meaning-making between worlds. Fellow exiles are welcome. Reply by email.