Deep Breathing to home
Family is an ongoing situation but I am not present.
Home, family, and memories.
I ghosted
Video chat with family
It is almost reachable/touchable.
It falls into the time lag
Time is stolen.
Home becomes a flatness
Home becomes decoration
Home and family pictures on the wall.
Home on my phone
Land number in my brain
Time is a one-way ticket to the future.
I Heard the delay announcement.
I am trapped in the present.
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Push or Pull
Deep Breathing
The house’s door is light.
The familiar smell of home leaks from the door.
The family life is heavy.
Family’s texture shows on the flatness of the screen, the family has been lost.
In the remote tense,
In the far away small ghost island, the heavy moment wouldn’t vanish.
There is no place like home.
There is no family.
Only me, and echoes.
