once a friend asked
what is your home like?
and then i thought
what is it like?
it is where i loved
where i lived
all the things i keep
tis where i find more peace
and more chaos
it is who i love
who i lived with
all the people i adore
tis where i find more admiration
and more chaos
it is why i love
why i live
all the places i have been to
tis why i find more wonder
and more chaos
it is when i love
when i want to live
all the dates i died
tis why i find more serenity
and more chaos
but what was my home like?
was it ever happy,
and did it ever contain love?
or was it just chaos all in all?
was it in chaos did i find love, or love in chaos. i dont know, but the truth is this, my love. someone asked me to describe my home, and i cannot help but describe the one i am trying to run away from. i cannot help but describe you.
love is a big question mark as my life is, too