Some evening thoughts.
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Some days I linger in the present
Enjoying what is now
Like smiles and laughter
Hugs and tea time
table drumming
But at night I often
Find myself wishing I
was someplace else
Seeds of discontentment grow
Of feeling alone
And wondering where home is?
I see things often that I like
and stop myself
Cause I don’t have a place to call home
I’m discovering there are
some down sides to
restlessness
Finding belonging is one.
Still something I struggle with
Growing up I was the kid most
comfortable with my head
in a book
Than being in a crowd or
Spending time with others
Reading was a place of escape
comfort and adventure
And it’s still one of the best travel
companions.
Am still being the one to wear
my heart on my sleeve.
C.Farish 21/03/18
Sometimes I like to write. 