Where else...?

Where else was I supposed to go, when every part of me was still staying behind? Where else do you carry a place after leaving it, if not in the ache that never really leaves you? Where else could I have stayed, when leaving was the only choice and missing it became the punishment? Where else can homesickness live, if not inside the people who had no choice but to walk away? Where else am I meant to belong, when the only place that felt like home is the one I had to leave?

Photography piece Location: Shiraz, Fars, Iran