There is this sense of home,
Where it feels like a doormat was
Placed under my feet & I’m able to walk bare
& Feel free.
This is when the ongoing noise that rushes
in like currents drowns out in the background, and no static is left into the land of peace.
All I hear is the sighs, the morsel of a hum, and your clock spinning & echoing like a drum.
I feel at ease & nothing no longer consumes me.
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 1:39 PM UTC
There is this sense of home,
Where it feels like a doormat was
Placed under my feet & I’m able to walk bare
& Feel free.
This is when the ongoing noise that rushes
in like currents drowns out in the background, and no static is left into the land of peace.
All I hear is the sighs, the morsel of a hum, and your clock spinning & echoing like a drum.
I feel at ease & nothing no longer consumes me.