traveling far. living everywhere and no where in the end

when finally coming back home…the only home

all the heaviness and fatigue suddenly run though every muscle and bone in my body…and i realize i am tired.

because the meaning of home is much more. where the emotions can show up. where i can be vulnerable.

it is a mind set.

it can be anywhere…home is in my head. and thats why i learned to carry my home with me. i can caress my safe place, keep it close.

i even bring my own pillows with me. the “tired as fuck hat” piece