..coming home, empty handed. The doubt I’ve felt was righteous. Knowing where to go, but feeling lost anyway. The city lights seem blinding. I called someone I shouldn’t, but I felt like it didn’t matter. Now home seems even further now I realize it did.
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Semi-personal blog. Dutch and English poetry and stories that document my life. Sincerely believes in writing as a form of therapy. View all posts by Josephine