For a very long time I thought that something was wrong with me I've never felt connected to my mortal sh(c)ell I find women more fascinating than any existence My desires are anything but sexual I've never learned to scream out my love Speaking love is never easy I wrap it in tiny gestures and deliver them silently I paint them as silly poems and rarely dare to send them directly Loneliness is my daily visitor We are a love story I take their hand and wrap them around like a blanket I surrender to my madness happily Though new experiences are the only thing I find worth wanting I am happiest when I'm in bed, bundled up in a freshly washed blanket, doing nothing Sleep is my fav and most times the only escape Darkness and sadness brings comfort to me I've never felt the need to be noticed And will never understand the need to procreate Most people make no sense Believing in always and forever appears stupid and scary As stupid as trusting Gods and Laws we created And as scary as letting myself be loved I wanna dip fries in a milkshake next time But with time I've accepted being me Because I'm a lazy fucker
I guess my desire to be loved exceeds my desire to be known! So I swallow personality traits like tic tacs, Constantly biting my tongue thus no one perceives my thoughts. Agreeing to every word, like my feelings are a luxury I can't afford. I guess the truest form of myself is the constant exhaustion I feel, While my outer shell carries a soul that is perpetually denied expression.
When I think of home , I think of all the people Who made me feel safe, Who made me feel loved, Who made me feel understood, Who made me feel seen. I think of memories and certain instances, Arms that can no longer hold me And words that can no longer reach me. So when someone asks me; "Where is home for me? " I often fumble for words, You may not realise how heavy This question is to my restless heart. It's always searching but never finding, It's always reaching but never holding. For I am a drifter and my home lies In the million instances that touched my heart And the million memories I can no longer visit.
For, life goes on despite hurdles Your mirth and sorrows will come in circles... Be hopeful when dealing obstacles For, life goes on despite hurdles Persistent are cherished in all Chronicles It's sometimes sun and sometimes icicles For, life goes on despite hurdles Your mirth and sorrows will come in circles...
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