"The glow of the cities below lead us back, to the places that we never should have left". -Bishops Knife Trick, FOB
I should have never left the place I was born in, or the place that I called home for five years of my life. Unfortunately, life has a way of fucking things up.
If I was given a chance to die tomorrow, I would allow myself in the dance that it's asking me to attend. I would wear the blackest dress to impress my partner. Death, would be my friend. My thoughts fill my mind with different times and ways to be invited. Maybe not soon, but sometime in my future.
Most people call it suicidal. I find it comforting. That there is a life, where I can find peace in my death, when I'm invited to its dance.
But, the light from my city, my place, leads me back to the place I belong: home. In my small city of lovely people and sanctity.
I guess my dance will have to wait.
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Poems
Thơ caThis is going to be a place where I write out all of my hidden feelings into poems. When I write them, they help me express how I feel inside, and help me along. If you relate, I'm here for you.
