home

why does it feel uncomfortable, I wonder?

perhaps it’s the unknown

not knowing how to feel, how to act, what to think and what to say

in a place that you’ve been calling home

and maybe it’s that – calling it home

why is that more “home” than what you have here?

what you’ve been building, and what you carry with, and within

what makes it different?

perhaps it’s the unsettling feeling of nowness

that nagging feeling of what we have right now is all we have right now

insatiable, always thirsting for more

i’m going home in 4 days

but it’s making me feel like i’ve been home all along