Sometimes, when I am deeply sad and awake late at night, I will cry out for a home that does not exist. A home that never existed. What a terrible feeling, wanting to return to a place I never had, to a feeling I never felt, to people I never knew. I cry out, “I want to go home” but there is no home. There never was, and there never will be, because no matter how hard I try, despite all that I put in, I cannot make a home. Nobody will let me. I am homeless while living indoors, and it’s a broken, busted feeling that eats away at me, like perpetually unfulfilled termites gnawing through my wooden bones.
I can see it. The place that never was, that home. If I shut my eyes and concentrate, I can see what should have been. A small warm place, safe and serene, filled with love and support, and all the things you will never allow me to have. Things that, if I could buy from a store, you would force me to return for credit. All I want is something of my own, somewhere that doesn’t make me feel like a foreigner in the place that I hail from, a prisoner in the place that I chose to inhabit, but it’s never a thing that will be. Like rain drying on hot cement, my tears disappear into the cloth of my shirt, and I remain a nomad. Searching. Wanting. Never having.
Sometimes I want to run away, run back home, to a place that doesn’t exist. Pack a bag and hitch a ride, because I would rather trust a stranger, as a stranger is just someone who hasn’t hurt me yet. I want to run back home, to a bedroom I never had, filled with things I never owned; the setting of impossible memories and nonexistent special moments. Why do I want to go home, instead of trying to make one? Because nobody will let me. Because no matter how many bricks I put in the walls, someone knocks it down. A foreman comes and claims it’s unstable and it must be redone. I am not an architect, but I think I know a blueprint when I see one.
I want a home.
But all you offer me is apartments.
I am in a very bad state these days. If anyone is willing to talk to me, feel free to comment. I could certainly use some uplifting, positive vibes from nice people.