i seek something more, something elusive, like silver sand. now I think I found it, and there, its gone again.
I started writing this on the 24 October 2013 and never finished it. Today it is two years later and I still feel the same
24 October 2013
"Home" is such a strange word
Can you feel homesick
If you never had a home?
Not atlrsst any you remember
The Banished or those who have strayed
but a dwindling stash of hope,
That the pain of exile might one day end
And a fading stack of snapshots