Far from home.
It's different now. You no longer mingle with familiar beings, and along with that which you left behind, the warm atmosphere that had once wrapped you in a loving embrace has now dissipated. Comforting faces have disintegrated from your sight and are replaced with unknown faces that you don't quite recognise. These people looking at you, surrounding you, introducing themselves - you don't know them. Before you know it, what was once ordinary, what was once common, what was once routine, what was once something you knew you could fall back onto, is no longer.
Everything is new. You are simply overwhelmed and left speechless, vulnerable and confused. But persistently shying away from matters which manifest in the recesses of your mind only leads you to become one of those types - the type who is senselessly confined and ignorant, the type who suffers as a result of self-induced silence, the type who realizes how wonderfully different things could have been once it is already far too late.
Everything is different. 'Foreign' is never a word which appeases the mind. So there you are, like a deer caught in the glaring headlights, for the world to see. The murky brown pool of your eyes trash about restlessly, clearly revealing how lost you are, making you feel more vulnerable than ever. Nothing is hidden. Not a thing is left covered. And suddenly the nudity of it all becomes offensive.
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Hi, this is my first post from Melbourne, Australia. I'm alive and well, but homesick, very much so. What I miss are reassuring presences, my comfort zone. I came across this quote once that said distance has a way of factoring itself into the already fraught equation. I know that now, by learning it the hard way.