Come and go

People come and go, and you're standing there, at the airport. Not sure if there's any place to go or anyone to go with. Homesick but you don't know where your home is. If home is where your heart is, why is home constantly leaving. You realize you've found a home, and then find it is just as fleeting as the one before. Then when you've gone through several homes, you realize life is just like this.

Except that it's not. sigh. Thinking again too much these days. Actually not really thinking. Just emotionally weak.