Away.
A scent of an unfamiliar air, a cool breeze that is not of home
faces that do not appear in the photo albums of the mind
freedom. fear. novelty.
There is something about being away
that is comforting
when one is away, strangers are friends
they don't hold judgement,
they know nothing.
home is unforgiving
scrutinizing
memorizing every fault
every flaw
away is
better
?
When the pillow has already taken the curve of your head
And your scent already clings to the linens and clothes
Is it still away or is it already home?
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p.s.
that's a random journal entry. i saw that photo while writing an article about travelling with pets (for work) and I was so inspired. A puppy sleeping on a suitcase became the portal of my heart's yearning and wondering.
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