[art by lucy]
elizabeth says that good & bad extremes are indistinguishable to your sub-conscious.. it’s just an absolute value (distance) from home.. so what if we can learn to take our homes even there.
iwaan random beauty
and they call me a migrant. And they call me a thief. And they call me a beggar man. An asylum seeker. And I was once a teacher. I was once a family man. I was once a dreamer. A community leader.
I’ve seen friends and family all scattered and broken. And we don’t know why the cruelty keeps raging. And I’m seeking your kindness. I’m longing for safety and I’m praying for home.’
from ch 5 book of life Alain de Botton:
“Home means the place where our soul feels that it has found its proper physical container, where, everyday, the objects we live amongst quietly remind us of our most authentic commitments and loves.”
home less ness
Or, on days when you can’t look away, when you can’t stop crying, poetry that explains your world to you…
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