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this place only feels like home
when you are here
the dead vibes
just come to life
the fathomless darkness
just lightens up
the bleak grey sky
just turns bright blue
when everything isn't right
your silly jokes make it better
when the whole family
feels too overwhelming
we are the odd ones all along
through thick and thin
did we think alike and stay intact
we grew up too fast
the odds couldn't forever
be in our favor
we drifted apart eventually
we embarked on a hunt
to unleash our different colours
we faced the parting lanes
and chose the offers life handled
now as i sit alone feeling strange
under the dark sky
with promises of ephemeral sunshine
i clutch the sand in my fist
watching it slip through my fingers
one grain at a time
until they completely disappear
then i remember how the other day
your fingers used to do the same
slipping through mine so slow
my home again now hollow
____ . ____
dedicated to my bro :)
no he's not gone. he's just ..away at the uni
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Wishful Thinker
Poetry/wɪʃfʊl θɪŋkə/ . of the unreachable dreams . "you don't understand me, you never do you never see words the way I always do now I will bombard you with words see if you will ever be lost for words" started : 180219 ended : 181205
