(To my readers, there is a place between sleep and death, nightmares and dreams, this is where I will meet yoü)
Homesick, is a special collection born out of anxiety and tiredness. Written with a hope that the pain is worth the comfort it can bring someone. Written in a span of three days, this is for all that I have lost in numbered days. All that we long for but cannot see, all that we wish we could give back, and all the places we can go. Each poem has made my head hurt, please handle them with care and pass on.
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