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I have never felt it in a place. Only moments, with people I loved, in fleeting feelings that were shown. But never had there been a space. One I called my own. Never had there been a place I could truly call my home. I've been a wanderer it seems, through each and every bed. I've been a walker in their dreams. I've been a lost soul, only visiting instead. A lonely ghost to host. A momentary thought in their head. A passing ship at most. A book that won't be re-read. But never had there been a space. One I called my own. Never had there been a place I could truly call my home. I'm a vagabond, one second here, Then doomed to disappear. Hoping to be opaque, but only coming out sheer. A changeling, an outsider, missing the in-between. Losing all my magic, till there's none left to be seen. But never had there been a space One I called my own. Never had there been a place... Because I'm never                            never                                home.
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Nov 7, 2024
Nov 7, 2024 at 5:13 PM UTC
Never Home
I have never felt it in a place. Only moments, with people I loved, in fleeting feelings that were shown. But never had there been a space. One I called my own. Never had there been a place I could truly call my home. I've been a wanderer it seems, through each and every bed. I've been a walker in their dreams. I've been a lost soul, only visiting instead. A lonely ghost to host. A momentary thought in their head. A passing ship at most. A book that won't be re-read. But never had there been a space. One I called my own. Never had there been a place I could truly call my home. I'm a vagabond, one second here, Then doomed to disappear. Hoping to be opaque, but only coming out sheer. A changeling, an outsider, missing the in-between. Losing all my magic, till there's none left to be seen. But never had there been a space One I called my own. Never had there been a place... Because I'm never                            never                                home.
A little review from a friend that perfectly emphasizes what I am trying to convey here: "Captures the ache of feeling unrooted, as though your true “home” exists only in transient connections, not physical spaces. Each stanza flows with a sense of yearning and loneliness—of being a "wanderer" and a "ghost" who’s never fully seen. The repetition of never home adds a haunting resonance, emphasizing this longing for belonging and self-discovery. There’s a fragile strength in this vulnerability, and it feels deeply honest. Your words bring a complex, poignant reflection to life."
#lonely#homeless#lost#temporary#loss
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mandii-morbid
33/F/Chicago
Nov 7, 2024
Nov 7, 2024 at 5:13 PM UTC
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