For as long as I can remember, never have i experienced the gratification of knowing what Home felt like.
No sense of safety or belonging.
Family wasn’t solid, more like every man for themselves.
A constant war raging within everyone.
Like the never ending story,
the nothingnes was consuming us all.
Like Ferngully our forest ripped from the ground,
I had to get away as fast as i could.
I guess...
This may seem obvious. This may seem stupid when said outloud.
Life seems to last forever, but this forever goes by in the blink of an eye.
From our first breath to our last ,for lack of better words… takes a life time,haha.
This life, it all seems so small. This life just seems so pointless.
The question that echoes through every humans brain….whats the purpose of life, our lives… a never ending...
Boy does the city radiate at night.
Every twinkling light like stars on a clear country night.
Here i am again.
HIgh above the city,
or just euphoria.
HIGH.
I used to be proud of my horizon.
now im terrified of losing the light.
High above the city,
or just nostalgia.
HIGH.
Lost in the light reflecting on the river.
Wishing i could dance with the fairies.
HIGH.
I’m high above the city,
im high...
