It feels like home
Somehow, in the middle of my breakdown
Somewhere, in the middle of the nothing
When all seems gone and I'm on my own
It feels like home.
I belong in the abyss
At the bottom of the spiral
Where there's not light
It feels like home.
It feels like home in the way the darkness comes at me
It feels like home when I can't even feel a thing.
The lines between comfort and discomfort get blurry
And in the middle of both
Where the lines touch
It feels like home
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The Crimson Icarus
Poesíapoetry from person who is non native in english, this is somehow a ride from my life, my dreams and my nightmares, the fly of the Icarus and it innevitable downfall
