away from home

I have left home, not for long, just to study, to grow.

Everyone seems to miss this home they constantly wish to return to, that conversation always makes my mind pause. Makes me remember the times I had wished to run, away from that place, away from the people.

Now I had run, in a sense.

But I still miss home.

It's not always, infact it's quite rare.

That one memory that sneaks up on me on a silent day and makes me wish to be back home.

Only to remember i can't. I am supposed to get better, to grow up.

And yet I have this constant feeling of being in the wrong place, the need to run back home wouldn't disappear.

No matter how bright my days get, this tiny dark void in my mind doesn't disappear, it stays and festers. 

I wish to make a home, one that truly belongs to me. A place I can run to. A place that makes me want to stop running.