I miss my love affair with the City. Playing different characters each day as I climbed the steep streets in search of romantic experiences. The silent sense of self importance as I lit my smoke and cradled my coffee. Entering my favorite bookstore looking for the next shining gem to transport me out of the dark. Sitting stoned, watching the waterfall, sharing secret smiles with other cosmic travelers. Shopping for fantasy underwear and planning the next night of passion. Playing housewife and hostess, the envy of the men who tried to steal me away. When the colours began to fade and the walls close in, I would simply smoke it all away, feeling the paints flow once again with each deep inhale.
Diaspora – movement or migration of a group of people away from an ancestral homeland