Far from home

Far from home I find my bliss,

Far from the place I sometimes miss,

I miss the conversations,

I miss the vibe,

Now here I am trying to find my tribe.

New people and places have always been exciting,

But sometimes I really miss the old binding.

Happy , ecstatic I always stay,

Not knowing where my heart sways.

Does it admire the uncertainty ,

Or find joy in the certain things.

Does it desire the chilly hills or the warmth of homeliness?

Far from home I continue finding my bliss,

Wondering if there is anything I miss?

Sometimes the heart feels less heavy,

And I realise what I miss is a piece of me.

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