At The North

I knew there was life inside that box. A box on each side, colored in red, blue and white with fifty stars in the top left corner. It so happened I fell inside it, gracefully landing to the halls of smiles, painless efforts, and joyful-sorrows. With the direction of my compass, I landed at a four way intersection and it pointed at the North. At North, there was a home that no other direction could hold, friends embracing each shoulder and warmth that covered the cold together. I wasn't the same way I came, and that wouldn't change. I would watch the stars until they fly away until the coming day, I would find a microphone and figure out what to say. But all that, made the time fly away. I just could not imagine I would arrive to this place. Now I have to vacate, I have to drive to meet new faces but the old ones at North made my days, everyday! I wish I could come back to these jolly- great days and connect to the feeling of how the great North was. That will take couple of hours, days or every single day to recover a feeling of one place among many places in one box. America.