what do you do when you miss home
and home is a gathering of people that have gone their separate ways
home is the art pieces on your wall
the cluttered table and random thingamabobs
the mirror across your bed
your favourite comforter in the winter
the plushy sofa with a hole in one of the seats
the large balcony overseeing the whole neighborhood
the window you often scurry to, to check if you've missed the school bus
that one crappy bathroom, and the other good one
the house that was demolished
newly renovated
with people that dont belong there
in your house
home is the outdated music to your life's soundtrack
home is your favourite hoodie in the autumn
but the sun only shines in this summer ridden country
home is the worn out converse you have grown out of
sneaking out of the house between midnight and dawn with your best friend to buy food and run around the streets you've moved far away from
and so have they
theyve all moved far away too
and you'll never belong in middle and highschool again
listening to music in the school bus on the way to school
with all the other kids
drowsy mornings
and a silent appreciation of wandering minds
passing notes in class
being you teacher's favorite
pink scooter mug, free morning coffee in the science lab
looking up to see your crush staring back
being hungry in math class
that pink folder with all the inside jokes
watching the boys play soccer in the field
getting confused whether you're just friends or not
getting lost in the city when taking the wrong bus home
daring your friends to confess who they love
having your crush perform dares on you
going on school trips
silent bus rides in foreign lands
a sleepy spell across familiar faces of an 8 hour bus drive
24 hour train ride
4 hour flight
bonfire, praise songs
starry nights, muffled giggles
waves crashing, long walks
card games, guessing lyrics
blanket forts and water fights
orphan kids, a potato and an egg
free time, your travel buddy
night lights, summer heat
foreign lands, strange things
new culture, new people
one week, one picture
you'll never be wrecking havoc
and screaming at the top of your lungs
throwing paper balls on the way back
going to your best friends house and eating at cheap noodle places
bumping into your classmates at the hongqi store in the neighbourhood
carving your names on the 18th floor rooftop
impromptu meetups
and throwing freezbies that land on poor random stranger's heads
breaking into the tennis court
and losing your dog to the swimming pool
running around searching
getting tired and laying on the grass
trying to make out the stars in the hazy polluted midnight sky
wondering when you'll get out of here
talking about the future and dreaming big
as you look out the window because the teacher stopped joking and got serious again
its raining again, pit pat
i look across the classroom
no one's laughing anymore
one whole row
heads down sleeping
does the teacher not even care
some teachers i swear...
home isnt a place i cant go back to
its a time that the progression of my own existence has robbed me off of
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