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?

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