I am too Big to go Home 

A few months ago I left Germany because I had an itch to go back...home ?
I thought I was missing something, I thought I was searching for a place that still felt like mine.

But now I find myself uncomfortable in one of my parents’ rental Home.

And maybe the only reasonable way to come back is when you will own something of your own.

But how is it now, when life asks me to work harder,
to return to the colder, greyer days,
to earn my bread ,I catch myself with no will
to walk back into a life I thought I had already left behind?

And where is this damn home?

Is it the place where I come from,
or the place where I finally belong?

And in those months I disappered, I carried a shadow 

that said it all . 

"Don't look for a place to belong, become and be and in the meantime if necessary leave whatever puts you in a box " 

Acharnes, 27.7.26

A few words from to me to me mostly : I loved the silence the pages had . Silence is the language of paradise. Even if two people  were about to talk at the same time, they wouldn't understand each other without the necessary silence and it is in the silence we pray,grow and someone listens and if it's not the other person in the room then it's only left you and God to understand.