home

it's something i've often spent time wondering. laid awake at night, staring at my clock and questioning as the time hits 4.30 am once more.

i don't know where my home is.

is it where i put all of my things? is it where i am happy? is it where i am sad?

as i lie there at night i often wonder if my bedroom is my home.

a home is something that should make you happy. should make you feel wanted, needed. should make you feel like you belong.

that's why to me i have no home.

i have spent copious amounts of time within my home recently due to the outside world. but not once have i ever truly felt at home.

i hope to feel this one day.

for just once, i want to feel at home in my own home. a feeling friends feel familiarly and regularly.

yet it is a feeling I have yet to experience