i miss home;
the familiar voices drifting near then fading as they go;
the sunset on old houses and the trees over which it drapes;
the terrors at night that are too familiar, it almost makes you feel safe.
it's leaving your heart with the grass,
with the windows catching light,
with the people who knew you even before "home" felt right
and suddenly, you travel somewhere new
but the smiles are shaped more like freight,
the silence sounds wrong,
and the sky never gets the colors right.
home is a far reality
that seems more like a deja vu;
for i keep seeing pieces of it
in places it never once grew.
Nov 26, 2025
Nov 26, 2025 at 9:19 AM UTC
i miss home;
the familiar voices drifting near then fading as they go;
the sunset on old houses and the trees over which it drapes;
the terrors at night that are too familiar, it almost makes you feel safe.
it's leaving your heart with the grass,
with the windows catching light,
with the people who knew you even before "home" felt right
and suddenly, you travel somewhere new
but the smiles are shaped more like freight,
the silence sounds wrong,
and the sky never gets the colors right.
home is a far reality
that seems more like a deja vu;
for i keep seeing pieces of it
in places it never once grew.
im in a place that reminds me of home, despite knowing it will never be.
