Lonely walking through the streets.
The world around me just walking past me.
Those I love so far away from me.
Wondering when will I be home.
This world I find myself in foreign to me.
Among the crowd I’m lost among the nameless faces.
Holding on to the familiar that’s so far away.
I long to be home and away from this.
Away from these eyes that don’t care to meet.
My thoughts keep me moving closer.
Closer to where I want to be.
Away from where I find myself.
Day #51 SJD
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