My seat is cold and rusty,
My clothes are old and *****
But I feel them beside me
And that don’t matter anymore.
I look around me,
I stop,
I breath,
I smile.
Though it’s not a casual one,
It’s the one I’ve never felt before.
The one that truly says: I’m me;
The one that has no pain.
I taste the food,
I watch the telly,
I talk to them
And they with me.
It’s a thing I’ve never had.
A thing big and united
And happy
And real.
My heart beats faster,
My eyes tear up
Yet not of sorrow
But of something else.
Something I’ve been chasing,
Something I’ve been seeing all around,
Something I’ve been jealous of.
Something which is…
Home?
Jul 23, 2025
Jul 23, 2025 at 11:30 AM UTC
My seat is cold and rusty,
My clothes are old and *****
But I feel them beside me
And that don’t matter anymore.
I look around me,
I stop,
I breath,
I smile.
Though it’s not a casual one,
It’s the one I’ve never felt before.
The one that truly says: I’m me;
The one that has no pain.
I taste the food,
I watch the telly,
I talk to them
And they with me.
It’s a thing I’ve never had.
A thing big and united
And happy
And real.
My heart beats faster,
My eyes tear up
Yet not of sorrow
But of something else.
Something I’ve been chasing,
Something I’ve been seeing all around,
Something I’ve been jealous of.
Something which is…
Home?
26/09/24
and what’s home to you?
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