“home is not where you were born, home is where all attempts to escape cease”- naguib mahfouz
some words stay with you forever. these are those.
i am home. i have no need of escape
yet the still hollow visits
i often yearn to fill it with choruses of voices
and being enveloped in arms that give way to stupor .
so much of me has changed, these changes have made possible thishome.
yet here i am- again,
one of the desperate ones.
i have no need to escape.
perhaps the emptiness is my body grieving the frantic energy of the desire to flee
perhaps i wish you would escape here with me
or, in this stillness-i am finally confronted by myself.
*Featured image: Vincent van Gogh- Bedroom in Arles