I’ve never felt belonging to any one place. Home is nowhere, nothing and non-existent. Forgive and forget is what they teach. Constant approach to exploration isn’t a means to an end; home is… nowhere, nothing and non-existent. Restricting bounding a to any one place is your destiny bounded, withering away in the bleakness of life. Remembering such a place as “home” doesn’t have an appeal to many. For some, who think of “home” isn’t security and solitude, but anger, disparity and hatred. 

Look beyond the day in hand, there’s nothing there at all. And now how I realise, where it’s all gone wrong, I’ve got to find some therapy, this treatment takes too long.

Where is home for you? What is home for you? Is home for you exactly what you want it to be? Or only what you remember it to be? Played like a game at the foot of the garden, open and closed you’ll trap yourself in.

Jimmy Laine