Feb 2016
Four corners of a room
Pulse, until four corners become
A point, I'm in the middle
Of this shallow house
Where darkness has been
present but now gone
All that lies here is
Emptiness
is all I am
And out is the only place
I want to go.
Pulse, until four corners become
A point, I'm in the middle
Of this shallow house
Where darkness has been
present but now gone
All that lies here is
Emptiness
is all I am
And out is the only place
I want to go.
I've never really been anywhere but this house
But I feel this desperate need to finally come *home*.
But I feel this desperate need to finally come *home*.
(On Earth)
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