Jun 2019
S c a t t e r e d and homesick
for a home that doesn't exist.
It smells like lunch and trees.
Like bookshelves and coffee.
Like laughter and honey.
I long for a home
and that is it.
for a home that doesn't exist.
It smells like lunch and trees.
Like bookshelves and coffee.
Like laughter and honey.
I long for a home
and that is it.
