In my dreams, I come home to you.
Not because I choose to — it just happens.
Like my mind’s holding onto something
it can’t find in real life.

You.
This idea of you.
This feeling that maybe, for once,
I belong somewhere —
not in places, not with people, just with you.

But then I wake up.
And it’s gone.
Just air, just silence, just me.
And I hate that I chase sleep now,
just to get back to something
that might not even be real.

Is it you I miss,
or the peace I feel when I’m not awake?
I don’t know.
I’m stuck in this space —
too tired to hope,
too stubborn to let go.
Dreaming of a home
I’m not sure I’ll ever find with my eyes open.

I think about home,
about a peaceful life,
and my brain paints a picture of you.
And it terrifies me,
because what if I only find that peace in dreams?
What if home is a place
I’ll never reach when I’m awake?

— Sadia Hakim

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