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

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