I long to hold a secret.
To have a place that feels like home,
And know I never have to leave it.
There's glimpses of it all around
Feelings I can't shake,
Moments I can't explain.
I cling to anything
Remotely resembling
All these invisible nudges
Whispering,
Telling me to hold on.
That it's out there.
It's real. It exists.
If you give up, it can't find you.
Keep searching.
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 10:40 PM UTC
I long to hold a secret.
To have a place that feels like home,
And know I never have to leave it.
There's glimpses of it all around
Feelings I can't shake,
Moments I can't explain.
I cling to anything
Remotely resembling
All these invisible nudges
Whispering,
Telling me to hold on.
That it's out there.
It's real. It exists.
If you give up, it can't find you.
Keep searching.
Found a place that feels like home, but it doesn't last. Trying to find a way to keep that with me is painful, but I try anyway.
