I long for a feeling that I belong; that I am home.

I want to be a young boy, amidst the sounds of Rome.

I long to be in a crowded cafe, enjoying the morning wind.

I want to put my feet in ancient sand; my soul feeling thinned.



I feel so tired of being tired, like any moment I'll fall.

I am a young boy, scared of the dark and running down a hall.

I sit in my bed, closing the curtains and sighing alone.

I am dragging myself to the bathroom, wishing my body felt like my own.



I long to be a small child, unable to understand.

I wish everything was colorful again, instead of so bland.

I long to watch the sunsets and breathe in life with purity.

I wish I was being held by warm hands; that feeling of security.



I feel like someone set me on fire; I sit ablaze.

I am a jumbled pile of thoughts, lost in a daze

I stand on two feathers, sinking into a pool of thoughts.

I am no longer interested in the world; I am tied in knots.