Home & Abroad
Montana Carinthia
the mountains are towering above,
constantly crowding me in
sometimes it feels like there’s just too much space
for me to make any use of
I’m becoming tired of all the words I’m hearing How will I ever fully understand all of the
words I’m hearing
I want to live in a city
that’s older than my country
I forget that the ground I’m walking on is old enough.
I’m going to fall in love somewhere What is there to love about this place?
I’m not reaching my potential here. There is no use for me here.
I want to wrap this year around myself like a
blanket, and stay there under this false
sense of security that where you are is what
makes you happy
Maybe I’m not happy anywhere. Maybe all I need is oxygen
and my own two feet to take
me to the next beautiful thing
I feel joy in moments.
Like when I’m looking at the snowcapped mountains or swimming in glacial lakes or stumbling out
on the city streets at 3:00 am with my best
friends
I want to feel like I belong everywhere I want to feel disconnected from everything.
“Too foreign for home too foreign for here
Never enough for both.”
I think I’m the only home I need.