It feels like a piece of me has been displaced. Misplaced. Lost.
It's very difficult to cope.
I feel like I have been displaced. And I feel like I am done. Like that's enough.
Not that I ever really had a home. It was always something that I wanted to run away from. Always.
But tonight, I feel like retracing my steps. And go back to the home I set up. My home. Just go back and sleep on my bed. And sleep a dreamless night.
I am desperate but I can't say it out aloud. Except for wish. Or pray hard. Whichever.
Tonight, I just want to go back home.