Tag: nostalgia
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Longing for a Home
i miss home, but then i am not sure if i am missing a place or a feeling. because the last time i went home, slept in my childhood bed and ate from my mother’s plate—i still missed home. perhaps, the home that i can now only visit in between the seconds of longings and…
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to all the amelie we had in our lives.
amelie was the new girl who sat next to me in a eleventh grade math class and doodled stars at the edge of her book. amelie was that eccentric, kind, innocent, imaginative, passion obsessed work of wonder for a human. i listened to her ingenuity for hours, painted sunsets with her and borrowed books from…
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finding my way home.
1. somehow, how much ever farther we go, we always end up carrying our home in the depth of our bones. we pack our tradition, our hand woven clothes and our mountains in a suitcase with us. it so belongs to us and we so belong to it. it’s beautiful just how we can remember…
Prena Poetry 