You simply don't belong anywhere;
the only thing that stays
is motion, fluid, loss.
There's no home
for anyone.
No one to come back to,
forever.
No one's coming for you
either.
the only thing that stays
is motion, fluid, loss.
There's no home
for anyone.
No one to come back to,
forever.
No one's coming for you
either.
I like the stark simplicity in the way you've shown the profoundness of loss.
ReplyDeleteYou've put it down perfectly.
ReplyDeleteD2, thank you. :)
ReplyDeleteAayushi, long time! :)
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you're here. And thanks.
This is what makes sorrow beautiful. Very beautiful.
ReplyDeleteWildflower, mmm, agreement. There's something so pretty and liberating about being alone too, free of shackles and commitments.
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