Homesick
Homesickness is missing home even though your home is infested with a thousand tiny villainous bed bugs that cause you so much anxiety you haven’t slept in weeks
It’s feeling the absence of your crappy desk that you haven’t used since you moved in
It’s missing the warmth that spreads from your chest to your fingers to your split ends when the bus crawls to a stop in front of the stores that looked over you as you built your childhood
It’s that thing that pulls you back to your roots no matter where you are in the world, like a leash that you willingly stepped into and that feels like a hotel room
It’s being in the most beautiful place on earth and feeling like it isn’t enough
It’s letting the rockies and the ocean and the tide and the sand fill your breast with their breathtaking beauty, but feeling all the more empty
It’s missing the feeling of someone gently holding your soul like they would hold a crystal snowglobe
It’s realizing that you’ve fallen in love because it hurt when you ran away this time, for the first time, it hurt
It’s knowing that somewhere in the world there is a pair of burly, warm, empty arms that fit perfectly around your body
And that somewhere isn’t here
And that makes you feel sick
Homesick, in fact
by Kali Dayn