i find myself wanting to go home even when im already there
i guess im just longing for some sort of peace
maybe a place i could call mine
a hidden retreat
searching for that place of comfort, tranquility
a spot where i could reside in my own solitude
a shelter from the storm so that i could rest momentarily
ive come to learn though that
maybe it's not a physical space
because no matter how many times i rearrange my room or burn a new candle down to it's end, i still feel the lingering desire for it
the ache for home
it may all be mental
i could just be trying to create a spot in my mind
one that won't trick me with it's ways of manipulation
somewhere i could go to during the storm
a spot of eternal tranquility
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head in the clouds
Poésiea collection dump of works i wrote for my creative writing class / in high school (aka not so good writings but i wanted to share them anyways)
