Home 02/05/15

Nothing looks familiar anymore and I want to go home but nowhere feels like it anymore. When bluffs get boring I trade them for fields. When two lakes aren’t enough I leave for a forest of them. Maybe it’s true that home isn’t a place but a feeling. Maybe home is me. But what if home isn’t a feeling, but a person. Maybe home is You. For now I’ll have to carry all that makes a home in my bones until I find someone I can unpack into

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