green and grey

It’s green and grey outside. A few birds are left singing on, under the soft rain.

As I unpack I get this feeling of “passing by” when placing my clothes correctly, in the empty shelves. Its ages ago and its yesterday, since I last emptied them.

Strange to be home again. The home I made along the way.

I came from another home, the home that made me.As the need of “belonging” grows, I try to discover the home in my heart.

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