outskirts.
that's what makes you feel at home
what?
nothing at the moment
everything is strange and home?
home feels somewhere in the future,
something that is yet to come,
its absence in my future terrifies me
what if I never find it what if it never finds me
maybe I'm too optimistic
maybe I spend so much time thinking about the 'home' my future holds
that I'm overlooking the home i have
but it never feels right, being here
it never feels me
this is not where I am supposed to be
this is not where I belong
i belong somewhere lost between trees and i belong within the river
i belong in the wind and i belong somewhere unenclosed
if that even makes sense
i belong on the outskirts
of this world i am put in
i belong on the outskirts
of the life I'm living.
roop
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