A question that lingers.
Days turn into nights
But the question remains
A new world but the same old feeling
The feeling. The only consistent thing
The feeling of not belonging
Of not knowing where home is anymore.
Was it the one before this?
Or will it be the one after?
At least I am safe, for now
But am I really?
The leftover smoke says otherwise.
The charred walls or the blackened ground
Where do I look for comfort?
I await the calmness to swept me over
The calmness that was promised
Perhaps it will come when I am home
But where is home?
