Love,
I'm troubled.
The four corners of my room
no longer provide enough space for my thoughts.
I feel the need to evacuate my mind.
But our house,
rock-built,
never enough to stand still.
My thunders could only strike it down once
and its walls would crash as it's done.
It was never capable,
never capable of being called home.
I ran.
I ran as fast as I can,
along my journey
I found you
my long lost human.
You lend your arms
as if it was a four-cornered room like what I had before.
But it's completely different now.
Your arms could only extend to its limit
and yet, it feels like it could shelter me.
It's enough to shelter me and my thoughts.
Your two arms,
muscle-built,
always enough to provide me home.
The home I only had now.