It is not displacement but a distorted yearning for home I have found in both sides of the world I know I can never have.

I will never be completely at ease with my dillusions and understandings of what a home is. Or where it is. No matter how many words I rationalize to comfort myself with.

Adaptation is a wonderful thing,
Missing is a feeling I am terrible at handling.

I do not like feeling like I swallowed my own heart.

Everything feels so raw right now.