It's so many miles away from me.
I could completely forget about it and have a comfortable life here.
But I can't.
I find myself experiencing severe nostalgia.
I watch videos of the events that are currently occurring and the aura that has taken hold right now and I get emotional.
I wish I could be there right now.
Then I wonder if I just thirst for that drama and feel of election time or if I truly care about that country. That's why I'm stuck west of iran, east of california. I can't decide and I know I never will be able to. I will live in a state of suspension never setting foot on solid ground.
But I'm sure I care. The history, the people, the hospitality, the tumultous state of affairs; they don't just entice me, but make me feel responsible. Is it the blood that is in my veins or the memories? I do not know but don't care. It doesn't matter. What matters is that I know I care and want to make a change in the country of my birth. Maybe not for a while but I will eventually.
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