by sailing, by crossing seas and oceans, do we eventually settle down?

“i.

home is where the heart is

then where is my heart then?

here?

or there?

or somewhere completely irrelevant?

when people ask me “where are you from?”

I say “here”

“but where are you really from?”

where

I do wonder

where am I really from?

I do not know

where is

home

I am still looking”

For Mami

“This is your story,

One that belongs solely to you

Intertwined with that of your parents, your siblings, your children, your friends

It seems all your relationships have come with sacrifices

I yearn to give you something with no strings attached

But sadly, our world is made of one sole long thread”