Why do we return to certain things?
Some things don’t just stay with you.
They wait for you.
You don’t carry them.
You recognize them.
Every time you return,
you don’t start from the beginning.
You continue from a place
something in you had already understood.
It’s not a cycle.
It’s continuity.
And within that continuity,
some things find their place.
Quietly. Steadily. Yours.
Not because you can’t move forward,
but because you don’t want to lose what reminds you who you are.