My eyes are heavy
everything looks the same
am i awake?

i find comfort in your touch.
like a swaying cradle,
i fall into your arms.
larger than life,
in this tight embrace.
engulfing my body
is your firm muscles,
packed under skin.
i'm like a baby again
at it's mothers breast.
the vibrations of your voice,
rhythmically burrow in,
and calm my busy mind.

Ever on the roam
never staying long
always on a search for
a place that feels like home

tis a shame that where i go
this baggage i bring along
i cannot find in myself
a place that feels like home

o' that i could love
maybe i would find
that home is not an external state
but one that's of the mind

My father is haunted
he sits around an empty table
to visions of what never was
his children are dead and ghosts
but in his mind they are there

My bird's nest
full of little comforts
twigs and sticks
to some miscellaneous
a scavenger's eye sees value

Online persona
social media full
a scavenger
filling my dash
with little comforts