where is home?

Poetry 
Home doesn't have a meaning anymore. There are too many places, and only people can come close to the feeling of home. 

Every time I arrive at an airport, I dread getting out, and there is a heaviness with every step I take towards the exit. I do not want to go back to reality.

Everyone walks past me in a frenzy, trying to reach their homes. 
But where is home for me?
Am I going back home? 
Or am I just going to another place with people I call home?
Will I ever be someone's home?
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Published by worldofjeana

I write when I experience something beautiful in my small world, feel overwhelmed with my thoughts or have dialogues running in my head like a movie script that I can't help but pen it down. I love writing as it brings me happiness every time I pour my heart into it but I also enjoy dancing like a looney with my favourite people, drawing my favourite anime characters to show my love for them and read fiction to escape to different worlds. I am an introvert and have very little social energy but once I get comfortable with you, I will be a yapper.

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