Home...
- AalaA
- May 23, 2019
- 1 min read
Smell of Scotch tape and markers
Packed boxes
Full of books, memories, and miscellaneous.
Fear of losing sense of belonging
Of leaving home, or was it home?
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Not knowing when I will open these boxes again, if ever
Day dreaming about 'owning' a home. My Home.
A home that no one can kick me out of.
When I will no longer have to pack and unpack
Having a place, that is My place. Where I will find peace
Because my place will be enough to me
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I wish, I wish I have a home
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