Empty beds are the places I feel most like myself

Lonely.

Accompanied only by my heavy lifting thoughts, breaking waves on my subconscious

I am an abandoned seafarers cabin, nestled among shells found in tidepools

Prehistoric.
Always waiting to be found.

My one roomed castle is not barren, filled with echos of the skeletons that

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    fill my closet.