This quiet kitchen is not mine,
this new metal, this bar island
not mine
These halls are not mine,
I don't know these faces,
the ones that recognize me.
These roads, those buildings,
This place, the smell of the air
Foreign
I feel it when I go out, the isolation,
the lost comfort of familiarity,
But this is my home now.
The premise is there, the feeling, not so much
Will I ever feel at home in a place that is not my own
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 11:56 AM UTC
This quiet kitchen is not mine,
this new metal, this bar island
not mine
These halls are not mine,
I don't know these faces,
the ones that recognize me.
These roads, those buildings,
This place, the smell of the air
Foreign
I feel it when I go out, the isolation,
the lost comfort of familiarity,
But this is my home now.
The premise is there, the feeling, not so much
Will I ever feel at home in a place that is not my own
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