h o m e
when you don't know what that means, really
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Rustic & smokey,
It never existed
In the shape
I wished for…
Home.
I found the way
You look at me & smell,
The way you talk to me
Especially enticing,
But is it?..
Home.
I travelled back to my roots.
I travelled into the ground,
I never found
What it really meant
To have…
…Home.
An homage to nostalgia,
Trapping me in plain sight.
I only now figured out how well…
Home could fit on the inside.
While I revel around,
Tremble to subside
The innate need to belong
Anywhere but
Home.
Does travelling even make sense,
While the sense was inside
All along?
I’m still alive, here to remind that
Here You Are -
Your Temple. Your Home.
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There are so many of You,
You are never alone
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About the Creator
Anastasita Qualia
Sita of ArtQuemistica is an energy worker & an artist. She is interested in creation of Safe Space for understanding of Self as well as in cultural commentary on the edge of existentialism. Her sense of the world is both ethereal & brutal.
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