an empty vast of space and time
a black hole of the unknown with unusual symmetry and rhyme
thats the feeling i feel in my mind when i think about my future
calculated chaos
a porcelain vase
beautiful but crass
i think i would like a home
but i dont know what a home is
its also like that black hole
is it silver or gold
is it a given or something to be shown
do people feel like their home is actually their place, or is it like the feeling i get when im stuck in space when im supposed to be engaged
i cant stand the sounds of life
i feel im supposed to hear the fluttering of a butterfly instead of the rush of cars going by
i wish to live where the wild things are
but that place no longer exists anymore
im scared to hear how the trees scream for the place they once felt peace
why do we take and take and take so selfishly
i long for nights of deep blues and purple
untouched by the evil of these people
maybe thats where ill find home
maybe thats why i love fantasy books and shows
to escape reality and enter back into the unknown
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Hiraeth. A messy poem.
Poesieim a newby at poetry, but i use writing as a way to to express the emotions i have trouble voicing. here's my most recent one.
