Here in this place There are Eyes that read us Words that hold us Sadness that tugs at our heartstrings Hearts pining for love or just the loss of it... Lovely and sometimes tragic visions Displayed to heal our souls Cleanse our thoughts Take back control Seductive musings that leave us tingling Creative thoughts spilled out in delicious form Memories (good or bad) that float around and descend like the wind This is where we offer ourselves to the world Hoping for compassion and understanding and in kind to return the favor This is where we learn That we are no longer alone We leave small pieces of ourselves behind To go back to one day or For others who are seeking to find Here in this place
“We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.” ― Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon