i am a broken soul longing to go home.
i feel like a fraud living on this earth.
home.
my house isn't my home.
my real home is somewhere not in this realm.
it is a place where my soul no longer feels the coldness of an empty being.
the house i am in is this world. this world is a prison cell and i am unable to escape even though the doors are wide open with the keys sitting in my own hand.
May 19, 2021
May 19, 2021 at 9:48 AM UTC
i am a broken soul longing to go home.
i feel like a fraud living on this earth.
home.
my house isn't my home.
my real home is somewhere not in this realm.
it is a place where my soul no longer feels the coldness of an empty being.
the house i am in is this world. this world is a prison cell and i am unable to escape even though the doors are wide open with the keys sitting in my own hand.
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