home

home is not a place. it’s a feeling.

that’s what we’re told, right? but it’s true.

i don’t feel at home anymore. not in my apartment. not in this state. not in this country. where can i go?

my home feels safe. and i know everyone in it. i don’t know these people. i’m not comfortable.

i know i don’t really have a say in this. i also do not have a reason to complain at all. i am safe, and i do have a home. but it doesn’t feel that way.

my heart is in many different pieces, and i’m sure others are feeling the same way. now we have to piece everything back together again, including our hearts and our homes. and i mean homes in a vague sense.

home is a feeling. and i want that feeling back.

-memento mori