Caricamento in corso...

Home

Blood rushes through my veins, and my bones ache beneath my skin. They’ve lived inside of me all their life, but tell me now why do they feel so lost? My breath has filled The emptiness in my lungs, and my heart has always beat within the same house that is my body, But tell me now why it doesn’t feel at home? Because darling this body is only a place to rest, our home is in the sky, in the trees, and in the sea. There is no place that we can call home, my dear. The earth provides us a place to lay our heads, a place in the tall grass to learn of our pasts, but soon we must be on our own. I do not have a home, and neither does the earth. But sometimes, we can find a home In others. You were my home, my dear. But now you are gone. Life is constantly changing around me, but I am standing still. Because you are still gone. And that will never change. As I stood and watched as my home around me burned to the ground, the walls around me were built higher and higher. As abandoned as I was, I never stood alone. Through smokey eyes and burnt finger tips, the wind had become my friend, and whispered in my ear, all the things I had forgotten. And I remembered then, that one day ill be home again.

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