Halfway into my West Coast residency,
I find myself navigating uncharted waters.
Traversing through the seemingly endless
meanders of touches, gestures, and verbal exchanges.
They say it's easy, to find the final destination of wherever it is you're going,
but in this new era, I find my compass having issues recalibrating
in the palpable, dense fog of zeroes and ones.
There are no stars to guide me here, no gods to pray to.
Am I to voyage through this odyssey of the heart alone?
At times I feel as if I am between Scylla and Charybdis, trapped
between my familial expectations and those of others.