Home isn’t what it seems. Time seems to not have changed anything worth holding. Many conversations but they talk over me. What is belonging? My thoughts, my unrest are mines to bare. My heart stays conflicted and the love around me seems artificial. By default I am connected. My mind takes me to a place where I am all too familiar yet for some reason comfortable. At least I know what to expect is what I tell myself. The darkness invites me with open arms and sometimes I get to a point where I just want to go back to that empty space.
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