Home is an interestin
ng and vague concept.
Is or
s it where you were born r what your genes claim?
Is it where yo where you dream
ou feel safe or m yourself to be?
Or is it just a state of mind?
Whatever it is, I feel homesick all the time.
Maybe it’s
s the confusion.
Maybe it’s the longing of a pl
lace that I haven’t found yet.
Or maybe it’s jus desiring not belon
st the rebel in me nging to anywhere
Poem by Hazel Hira Özbek hedonistpoet.tumblr.com