My Home Away from Home is My Home and My Home is My Home Away From Home

Fri, 09/13/2013 - 01:12 -- mnissan

The chair I sat on

turned into a plane

to take me far away

and the water

that splashed on my face

turned into tears

and the tears on my face

fell into my palms

and became holy water


I reside in a place

of memories

not yet unearthed

but that street view

brings back 4th grade

and that scent

brings  back my home

away from home


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