When I leave the wild places, I leave a piece of myself behind; In the empty spaces, the vibrant soul of where I’ve been thrums and urges me to return until its voice fades and its message becomes memory, and I am at the same time full and empty, a patchwork creature looking hungrily towards the trees, the mountains and the water as more of myself is replaced by them. Reintegration is a rough road and I am questioning my life deeply at the moment.