Where do I feel at home?

In those moments when the world seems hazy, I often seek a path to heal and discover what feels true and real. It’s like a puzzle I’m trying to solve, longing for that missing piece I’ve been yearning for all along, a place where I truly belong. Yet, I can’t help but wonder if peace can be found without you by my side.

It’s like there’s something blocking my path, something that feels like it’s ready to break free. I’m on a quest to find where I belong, almost like I’m writing my own story in the diary of a numbered days. I’m flipping through pages, searching for where I belong in this tale. How do I make sense of it all?

At times, it’s as if everything’s fragile, delicate and unsteady. My skin feels worn, and the ache seems relentless. It’s like revisiting a familiar remedy, a once-known comfort. I’m cautious, pushing away things that give me a high, afraid they might lead me astray. It’s a silent reminder, almost a warning that these might not be good for me in the end.

23/11/2023
- Chathubhanu Adikari