I want to go home.
Started when I was far from what I thought was home but never settled
I ask myself, usually bitter through tears
Well where’s home then?
It’s like crying over a lover that never happened
What are you crying about you don’t even know what you missed.
Or a person you never met
You don’t even know why you’re crying
Stop it
So I try to answer these questions, gets my mind off of how much I hate every tear
I hypothesise
Perhaps
Maybe
If I think about it
When I really think about it
Swept away by thought I ignore the initial pull and turn my face to the sky
Screaming
Silently screaming as loud as I can
Mostly yelling about the stupid autocorrect, but
It’s not here if
I have to think it away if I don’t
No matter what that word is connected to
No I don’t want to feel that way,
So if I don’t know what I’m looking for
Pretending not to see the glaring answer
Conscious deception of self
Difficult complex thought processes
The ring moved itself I have no recollection of when.
If I could I would pack up and leave today
To be as far away from the answer as I could be
Instead I pretend it’s somewhere out there.
Leave a comment