To be homesick while being in the place where you were born and raised
is a contradiction... unless you believe that home is where the heart is..
I am home sick.. ...
About Me
- Noah Price
- A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music... and then people crowd about the poet and say to him: "Sing for us soon again;" that is as much as to say, "May new sufferings torment your soul" - Soren Kierkegaard
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