When the world was dark
And I was running low on imagination
And becoming intoxated,suffocated by the hands of reality
I saw a lighthouse.
Beaming once with powerful loud colors
And equally loud , bright music you can hear how the storms quiet down in myself
Dances, so powerful you can see how the sun bursts from each of their movements
The young new lighthouse became my comfort
My reassurance that there is something worth looking up to beside the same sky and the same stars I already memorized how they move
The old quote that I never believed
That says "Home is where your heart is" that when I saw the light house I then understood what
Because for the first time, home became a special word to me that I will only use for the lighthouse that gave me shelteer in the middle of a tsunami
That was before
A lighthouse, a far shining light house
But now
I have fallen into a rabbit hole when I entered my home
A rabbit hole so deep I never stops falling
A rabbit hole full of the loud music that is starting to get louder but at the same time quieter
A rabbit hole full of smiling faces that never seems to fade away
Now I am falling into the rabbit hole
Inside the once I thought light house
But now
I am not sure if it is still the light house or is it becoming the storm itself.

YOU ARE READING
To the Stars.
PoetryPoems for them, Seventeen. // ctto of the pictures // // For Seventeen's 2nd year anniversary. #2YearsWithSeventeen //