My soul is aching to be home.
It must have been a punishment to be sent here on Earth and be lost in a crowd of ghosts not knowing how to go back to a home I don’t remember,
yet feels the longing so deeply
like it hurts.
Strangers, lifeless eyes, indifference.
What miserable thing to miss a home I’ve never set foot into.
All I know
Is that I do not belong here.
Earth is my retribution.
This is my prison.
Sep 2, 2024
Sep 2, 2024 at 12:03 PM UTC
My soul is aching to be home.
It must have been a punishment to be sent here on Earth and be lost in a crowd of ghosts not knowing how to go back to a home I don’t remember,
yet feels the longing so deeply
like it hurts.
Strangers, lifeless eyes, indifference.
What miserable thing to miss a home I’ve never set foot into.
All I know
Is that I do not belong here.
Earth is my retribution.
This is my prison.
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