What is home? When you no longer feel life rushing through your bones. What is love? When even if it’s conditional it’s just not enough. What is life? When you’re constantly wanting to taste the clouds and have it stop.
is this time the charm? tell me are we finally on a perfect path? do we meet in the middle? does your heart swell a little? am I fitting your curtains once more?
do I owe the world for keeping me alive staring at the ceiling, staring up at night twisting away at my insides towers of disappointment, my battle cry