Are we ever home again

home is supposed to be a place

walls that know you

paint that smells familiar

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but you leave

and nothing fits

not the walls

not you

you come back

everything is the same

but you are not

and home feels like a cage

not bad

just remembering too much

sometimes it’s under the sky

open

endless

holding you without owning you

so what is home

bricks and walls

or the feeling of belonging

we thought lived there

maybe home is not somewhere to return to

maybe it’s a moment

a feeling

that you carry

and nothing else matters