[of dreams and galaxies]

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Now I feed my own heart with lies of comfort
For now my heart have stopped listening to the yells and the screams, my home is four walled house, a house an instant and a home the other moment, moment that's all we have here
We breathe and carefully mold our words to fit in this house, walk around eggshells when our father is angry, find words to his liking, says yes and yes and yes, now my tongue is forgetting what no sounds like, now my heart beats a little faster, hops around my ribcage and tries to run away. But a house is also a ribcage, not a home but a cage. We take pride in the moment that it felt like home but mostly it's just my mother's cries and my broken breathes. My anxiety stops my breathe intake and my sister tells me to breathe, helps me get back to the house around me, makes me count my breathes. And I'm here again, a home, a house, a ribcage. And I still don't know what no sounds like.