I am just a visitor at the place I used to call home.
The place I now call home,
Is the place I visit where my stuff just happens to be.
Oddly enough neither place feels like home to me at all.
I am working on putting into perspective the feelings I have for my old home,
While trying to capture that wonderful feeling of belonging in my new.
I find myself strangely floating between the two.
Forces outside pull me back,
While forces within pull me forward into a life full of unknowns.
Though it may appear to the outside world that I indeed have two places to live,
In my heart there is a part of me that still feels homeless.
For right now at each place I am still,
Just a visitor.
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