Maybe where I belong is actually nowhere.
Can’t find it on the map just yet, not yet, but I’ll keep looking.
I’ve heard whispers before, but wait, who was it that said? Wasn’t it those Talking Heads that found a road to there? To nowhere?
Oh God, I’m so silly, but I’m still willing - to find it.
Maybe I’m already there, the place they call nowhere, I’m mean I definitely belong there; nowhere - at home, my home, where everyone else can’t be - not unless I let them.
So maybe where I belong IS nowhere. But I’ll keep looking….
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Jess Boyes
From Melbourne, Australia, I love creative writing and food, particularly a good quality cheese or some sort of dairy.
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