You know that feeling you get when you've had an absolutely horrible,
never ending, tiring day, and you finally get home, and collapse onto your bed?
The one that's like unghhhhhhhhhhomeeeeeeeebeddddddd
I don't.
Or rather, I've never felt it about a place.
There's something inside me, something broken, perhaps,
that stops me from feeling that I belong.
Wherever I am, I feel I need to leave.
So I build my home in people.
The people I love,
they are where I find that feeling that whispers to me,
yes, it was a shitty day, but you're okay now.
In some ways that is what makes me strong.
The fact that I am not tied down by a piece of furniture, a building, a country.
But recently, recently a suspicious fear has been born inside me.
The fear that this could also be my downfall.
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