To the Stars.

19.It is still the light house or is it becoming the storm itself.

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.