My homeward journey
has taken me my whole lifetime
to figure out and to walk through it all.
Always, for longing for home,
where I would be accepted for who I am, cherished and loved.
However, my younger and perfectionistic complexity made me blind, deaf, harden to what was and always will be in front on my table.
Not under my dictatorship or my standards.
I have come to realise and see that there are actually lots of different fragmented segments that divides, and there is the home or homes, I need to come back to.
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