When you start to question why you get homesick for home
you know you’ve reached over that hump called nostalgia
you see things for what they are now, people for who they are
family for what it is, comfort that comes along with baggage
took me seven years to get here, seven years to realize
nostalgia is a friend
it also hides truth from your weeping eyes
while crying for home
i think of longings i get whenever im home
and i know that i cant stay there for long
because those longings are real
dangerous, if i sit there for too long
not wanting to make that first step
away from good memories, seemingly loving families
So, does this mean i have grown?
Am i capable of surviving in a foreign land on my own?
hold up, this foreign land is no longer foreign
i have been here seven years, after all.


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