home is not
where the heart is.
because i’ve carried it
all along with me
in dark pockets.

and homes
are not dark places.
home rather is no place
but just a feeling.

a feeling that comes
when all other feelings leave.
and you’re free of anxieties
you’re free of panicking.

you can feel
and everything
without sadness stuck to it

home is being
with yourself at 3:39 a.m
without a mark of regret
in your bones. for being alone.

home is being
happy with oneself
and we shall be home
one day!

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