Feeling homesick for a place that doesn’t exist anymore.
A home is complete. It’s filled to the brim. It’s exactly what you knew and how you left it.
But now home doesn’t feel like home. The memories are there. The emotions associated with it as well.
Everything is tainted. Slanted. Unraveled. The colors are dim.
The people who enter my home don’t belong.
Why are they here?
An attempt of normality.
But they aren’t helping. Nothing is.
Home doesn’t feel like home because you aren’t here.
Simply yours, Ky
By Kyra Oakland 
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