Returns

I am back.

It's wintertime. Not that cold. Not that warm either.

 

A shy light is seeping through the windows, the curtains, under the door. Six years have passed since the day I decided this was not enough,

this was not what I wanted to be.​

Water splashes in the sink, garlic is in the air, the fridge buzzes. I walk around the house. A clock, a lamp, a doll.

One moment I am a stranger, the next one, homesick.

I am a spy.

I grab my camera. Point it at you. I press the shutter, again and again.​  What I see, it is not the light, but moments stolen from the darkness of memory.

They take me in and push me out.

They are a recollection of what home is here now, what it is miles away and what no longer is.

Home is who I am and who I am not anymore.

I am back.

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