16/4/16 Saturday 11:25pm
I take a seat while they pack my cake,
looking around, searching, hoping,
for one nowhere to be found.
It feels so familiar, this void, the cold inside of me,
deeper, bigger, with a sense of longing now,
I so desperately needed to belong.
I need to stop searching for home,
where it never was, where it could never be,
in the arms of a stranger isn't where I belong.
When in the arms of that I know,
one once was home, I'm still all alone.
I never have left, yet it has always found a way to,
this home that I no longer own.
-riri-
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