събота, 16 февруари 2013 г.

Homesick

I don't know if I am capable of not missing people. I just do... I miss them. Some days more, some days - less. Nothing has changed, but things feel different. 2,780 km is everything that's between us. Some days I don't feel the distance and it's like they are with me. We talk, we laugh. And I actually forget they are not one floor above or under me. And I almost go and knock on their doors... 
Then I realize I am not on the 4th floor. I am not even somewhere in that flat and empty place that has no sun at all. I am supposed to be home. But they say Home is where your heart is... so where am I? I guess I am 2,780 km away from home. And I finally feel homesick...



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