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. Some books that I absolutely love and would like to recommend-