love is far away
in a desert where the night
is as black as his heart.
where I can see the stars
just as clearly as the cloudy façade
you put up for the world.

love is a plane ride to the West
where those turbulent winds feel steadier
than anything I've ever felt in my life.

love is high and distant
home is sober and consistent

but home is oh-so-close
just a few hours away,
a loathing I love
when
home is near.