I wake up with these thoughts of a place that feels like home

          I can’t ever find it in my waking life
I don’t know what it looks like, or
Sounds like or smells like
I just know it feels more familiar than anything else.

I’ve been there, and.. one day I will go back.
        

Nowhere else has ever really felt like home
          – Not in adult life atleast –

When you’re a child; everywhere feels like home

     The living room.. The beach.. The pavement.. The mud.. ThE WoRLd.

I wonder why it doesn’t stay this way..?

We learn

     (we are taught)

          to fear the unknown and the unfamiliar..

Nevermind.