Mar 2018
only a ghost knows it’s Home
I don’t have one
I’ve known none
Every base collapses
Setting a pathway Of rumble around me
The dust chalks up
My lungs fill up
i become my forgotten home
i must be a ghost for me to know
I don’t have one
I’ve known none
Every base collapses
Setting a pathway Of rumble around me
The dust chalks up
My lungs fill up
i become my forgotten home
i must be a ghost for me to know
in the midst of my emotions of comfort and affection. The settlement of discomfort and destruction is still present. It does not leave, it simply reduces it's intensity.
