Home
A place where you hang your hat?
Where your heart is?
If so I have no home
I am not homeless
Just a nomad
Travling is in my nature from birth
Moving from place to place
no stability really
The itch of exploration
needs scratching,
I must move on
never there for too long
I leave a trace of myself behind
My name
An object
A memory
A tear not yet dried, or realised
a smell
Jazzle
An artical of clothing/set of keys/a hair pin/an empty fag box/a reciept/a letter/a book
sitting smoking/a song/a kiss/a hug/an in depth talk/ a telling off
over a bruise/my sister/my deceased aunt/unfairness of life
Flowery/musky/freshly washed hair/smokey/morning breathe
where she at?
Where she from?
Why did she go?
Around, but don't really know
who knows, she didnt say/ if she did it was a long heartbreaking story full of pain
she said she had to move on/she couldn't stay/she didnt say
I am just a face
nothing special
A nomadic spirit
HOME
My biological familys homes
My adoptive mothers home
My ex fiancees
My boilogical mothers home
School
Roundhouse
Scotland
London
Slough
Nesdean
West Hampstead
Earth
My home is
nowhere
