Hundreds of miles away, my heart beats without a regard.
It averts eye contact,
dismissing any suggestions of interest—
knowing well that familiarity is almost as obnoxious as the word “discourse”.
It works aimlessly, wandering for a place to call home—knowing that home is a hostel full of ideas brighter than my favorite constellation.
Even when directionless, it still finds itself waiting at a door half closed—knowing the only safe space it can stand is the comfort of despondency.
It’s a man of few words,
But of infinite thoughts.
It still makes me hope from miles away.
I know that it’ll be okay,
Because uncertainty is my favorite color.
But most of all,
I can still feel my heart here.
It follows me up empty elevators,
And in between street lights that lead back to the only home I’ve ever known.
And I just want to say hi.
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 4:03 AM UTC
Hundreds of miles away, my heart beats without a regard.
It averts eye contact,
dismissing any suggestions of interest—
knowing well that familiarity is almost as obnoxious as the word “discourse”.
It works aimlessly, wandering for a place to call home—knowing that home is a hostel full of ideas brighter than my favorite constellation.
Even when directionless, it still finds itself waiting at a door half closed—knowing the only safe space it can stand is the comfort of despondency.
It’s a man of few words,
But of infinite thoughts.
It still makes me hope from miles away.
I know that it’ll be okay,
Because uncertainty is my favorite color.
But most of all,
I can still feel my heart here.
It follows me up empty elevators,
And in between street lights that lead back to the only home I’ve ever known.
And I just want to say hi.
