my home
after a long journey
not my home
I like this poem. Some journeys are just so long that one never truly comes home again.
my home
after a long journey
not my home
I like this poem. Some journeys are just so long that one never truly comes home again.
There is that, and there is the occasional journey that tweaks something in you, so that when you come home, everything associated with the ‘Old You’ feels foreign and strange.