I want to go home.
I must have mumbled it aloud. For I see heads turning towards me. Some sneer, some taunt and there's one or two showing pure concern.
Not unexpected, that is pretty much the reactions I always get, when I talk of my home. I don't really blame them, for home for them is those four walls, with those spaces left open,to let those claustrophobic-brain-numbing emotions out, but then, for whatever stupid idea, shut down with doors and windows, bolted tight!
Naah! That's not my home! it never was.
My home, I have in people. My people. Who let me in, with all my edges & curves, my filth & warmth, my gaping holes & spilling needs, my corroding minuses & cryptic pluses. Who let me in and let me stay. That is the home I crave for. That is the home I plead to be allowed to run to. On those dusty, stormy or eyes-burning-red-dry days, that is the home I want to hide in.
Not easy. The rents run high. The prices leave me stranded on the streets. Making me want to carve out Hiraeth, you know, like a classified ad.
That is when my mind plays in a loop...I want to go home.
Home. To peace, warmth and nightmare-less deep sleep.
Take me home.
I must have mumbled it aloud. For I see heads turning towards me. Some sneer, some taunt and there's one or two showing pure concern.
Not unexpected, that is pretty much the reactions I always get, when I talk of my home. I don't really blame them, for home for them is those four walls, with those spaces left open,to let those claustrophobic-brain-numbing emotions out, but then, for whatever stupid idea, shut down with doors and windows, bolted tight!
Naah! That's not my home! it never was.
My home, I have in people. My people. Who let me in, with all my edges & curves, my filth & warmth, my gaping holes & spilling needs, my corroding minuses & cryptic pluses. Who let me in and let me stay. That is the home I crave for. That is the home I plead to be allowed to run to. On those dusty, stormy or eyes-burning-red-dry days, that is the home I want to hide in.
Not easy. The rents run high. The prices leave me stranded on the streets. Making me want to carve out Hiraeth, you know, like a classified ad.
That is when my mind plays in a loop...I want to go home.
Home. To peace, warmth and nightmare-less deep sleep.
Take me home.
