379 Miles

a__pott

A house built for 5 instead of 500.

The comforts of home.

I wasn’t ready to just be thrown away from it. 

Suddenly realizing things will never be the same.

I miss you Mom. 

Dad. 

The smell of cinnamon and dust in the fall.

The smell of salt and soap in the summer. 

But no matter where I go now the smells are the same and so are the people.

Nothing’s quite enough

And satisfaction is distant and impossible for now.

  • Author: Alex (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 8th, 2018 20:11
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • MaddieJ

    I understand.... Thanks for sharing these thoughts!

  • kevin browne

    The scent of leaving home leaves behind many memories and comforts which now you have to rebuild. Good luck for your future.

    • a__pott

      Thank you very much! I'll need it!



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