Hello, there!

It is only now that I understand this sense of longing. The yearning for a place I once lived in, the craving to be there again and again and again.  There's this sense of poetic justice to this, you see? When I had been living and breathing there I did not fully comprehend the power of a "place" or how much it could change you as a person. But it's about twelve years from my migration to an unfamiliar land and amongst people who were very different from me, yet after all these years I write poems and stories about it. The common misconception through the times has been that people thought I had been writing about other people (only been unkind to people with filth for a character), not all the time nope, I was aching for a place I thought I did not fully appreciate because of the type of "situationships" I had surrounded myself with. For some time, I thought I was missing the people I developed any sort of feeling for, the friendships that were forged in th