you say
you don't care
but
i knew it was a lie
when i saw
yours
ever loving eyes
for i know
those sparkling eyes
will never lie
TO ME
for they are
always
FOR ME.....

You can find me in a room where the floor is carpeted with pine needles and the roof is the night sky
You can try to take me home but I won't know where that is
You will ask me where I came from and I will not reply
You will feel sorry for me and I will wonder why
I have been lost for so long I do not mind anymore

I am not ready to allow my broken body to yield to you
The centuries have weathered and ruined me
My mind stays, it insinuates movement, restless and hopeful
I am a vessel that bleeds out dreams and simplicity
I long for escape, I long to free myself from insignificance
My muscles ache under my skin from being mangled
All of my bones lie broken
So I am left here, to reflect on how nonessential I am
And I can only gaze at the same sight I've seen
I have been coerced to watch the earth, who does not appreciate me
For I am nothing but the moon.

1455

Opinion is a flitting thing,
But Truth, outlasts the Sun—
If then we cannot own them both—
Possess the oldest one—

Do you ever get those days? When the only thought running through your mind is 'I want to go home'
But you are home. You are in your bed with lungs that don't feel like yours and a pulse that sounds more like a drum and you can't hear anything but your own intrusive thoughts and you want to go home. To a skin that doesn't feel like a strangers and to a heartbeat that doesn't sound like his or hers or theirs and you can't, you can't, you can't just simply 'Go Home.'