For once in my life, my mind is silent. Just silent. Not thinking bad thoughts, not thinking good thoughts. I'm just standing here. Staring at nothing. Processing nothing. There's nothing to process. As the music blasts in my ears, I drown it out and stare. Blinking only when my eyes burn. I'm so overwhelmed, yet I'm so at peace.
YOU ARE READING
Sense of Exile
Poetry'Exile refers to the state of being barred from one's native country. It represents a profound sense of loss and separation, impacting identity and belonging.' I hope you feel less alone here.
