Sara Todorova

Feeling homesick for a home to which I cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of my past.


A distant memory that I cannot remember flashes in front of my eyes.

As I try to grasp it, everything disappears and I am transported back to where I am.

Grief washes over me as I open my eyes and realize that I am not where I am meant to be.