i have a light in my ribcage
a home for the lost ones, the
distant sign to come on home
i shine it over every traveler
let them bask in the warmth, to
shake away the lurking shadows
but who watches the watcher?
who welcomes the host?
I didn't need to know
where home was, as
nowhere was home.
so I never knew this comfort
until someone else with a
ribcage of wisps found me
Home is not a place.
I found my home with you.
and I will follow that light until
the
very
end.
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 11:13 AM UTC
i have a light in my ribcage
a home for the lost ones, the
distant sign to come on home
i shine it over every traveler
let them bask in the warmth, to
shake away the lurking shadows
but who watches the watcher?
who welcomes the host?
I didn't need to know
where home was, as
nowhere was home.
so I never knew this comfort
until someone else with a
ribcage of wisps found me
Home is not a place.
I found my home with you.
and I will follow that light until
the
very
end.
