So metimes ... The person you really love / miss , is who you THOUGHT he/she is .... Someone you created in you mind / memory ..... but NOT who he/she actually is
I'm a nomad of nowhere ... I forget since when I have accepted the fact that I belong to no country No group No family No land ... I'm on my own .. I'm a Nomad Have nowhere to call home ...
I wonder if the world still has left me with some softness. Some love. Some consideration ... C oz I don’t even know how to keep everything easy with myself ...
We are the people who stay up late and need the moon .. We let our stories drip blood true into dark moisture nightscapes … Let's reach each other and speak only of the ways we can remember ourselves being loved .
I hope I’ll find my happiness someday Not the kind I share in a status update But the enduring kind The calm and simple happinesst that I am always longing for yet it feels as if it's always been inside of me waiting to be found ... Like a house That's sat empty for years Waiting for me to turn the lights on Waiting to be a home ..