I try to come home. Mom says – no.
Shadows. Light. Shadow. Light flicker.
Flash. Pass.
Pass.
Telling people – I miss them.
I miss them.
~ ~ ~
February 7, 2023
Brooklyn, NY
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You have no home to go to?
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Was a long time ago Mom said no. I was nudged out of the nest a wee bit young (14) – home has always been a strange elusive thing. And I dreamed about it last night. I wrote what I wrote about the dream in a half-wake state.
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Dreamed a little dream. I get it now.
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I do have a place where I’m staying right now. In Brooklyn. I feel very comfortable doing whatever I like here, so that feels like home.
Really though I think home consists of community and music and laughter and creativity. So I’m still building home, or rebuilding home. The place I am staying is temporary, and that’s OK.
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It’s good to have something to call home wherever, whenever. Music and laughter rule.
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. . . and cats. cats rule, too!
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Cats rule the world. That goes without saysing.
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