Writing Prompts

Homesickness

The weeks following my departure were a blur. A maelstrom of excitement and anticipation. The moment my foot left the threshold for the last time I realised I would never see this place again. It was a clear thought. I could hear each word thrumming gently, distantly at the back of my mind. But an incomprehensible thought at that. I would never see this place again. The thought though, was nought but a combination of words. Words that, until recently, held no meaning. Not when I couldn’t understand what those bunch of incomprehensible words would mean and the weight they would hold. So I launched ahead. Excitement stirring. No tears, at least none I could remember. I could not mark the moment I first felt the pain of missing home, because ever since that elusive day in my memory, I felt it ever since. Rising and falling like leaves on the wind. Lapping and dancing like froth on a wave.

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