To be, is what ever you think it means.

The first thought you would think

Is what makes you, you and me, me.

And to that degreee is you just being.

Longing is to want what you don’t have currently

It’s being three steps away from the possibility

And still too far to grasp it physically or mentally.

It’s yearning you may never please.

Belonging then is the longing to be

To be presently existing...

To find somewhere you belong and then have it torn from your grasp is truly tragic.

As a child, I never belonged anywhere.

I was never very popular; I never stuck out.

I kept to myself because no one was interested in knowing me.

I'd make a friend or two, but they'd never last.

Soon enough, they'd leave me for someone else.

I didn't belong, until one day, I did.

I found a place to call h...

Belonging means fitting in

Belonging means blending with a crowd

But belonging to me means you don’t win

Belonging means your voice is not at all loud

Belonging means your like all the rest

Belonging means your not special at all

Belonging means that no one’s ever impressed

Belonging means that between you and greatness is a huge wall

I know belonging is a wish many have, but To me be...

A sense of belonging

Fills you with a longing

To fit in and not be casted away

But the fear will fade

When you realize

You can only belong

When your true self comes along

Where you can stand strong...

In the arms of the earth, I find my place,

A quiet corner, a gentle space.

Where roots entwine and whispers sing,

Here lies the heart of belonging.

Among the stars, a distant hue,

A call that feels both old and new.

Though far I wander, my soul takes wing,

Drawn ever home by belonging’s string.

No need for walls or gates of gold,

Just hands that welcome, arms that hold.

In shared breaths, a simp...

Achingly into the lonely boneyard

Where my ancestral ties lie in matters of carbon

And a sense that they left unfinished business

And loose ends

For me to tie together with the tangled roots of my family tree.

Most branches are barren,

Sparsely scattered with leaves on the limbs with living blood.

I pricked my finger on a sliver of starlight,

The pale glow of their skulls peeking out from the dirt...

A sense of acceptance

A sense of relief

The feeling of safety and being complete.

What is belonging, according to me?

It is something that ends quite shortly.

Like a dream you try to grasp and hold onto, only for it to leave

Or a firework on the fourth of July that is extremely brief

Or a memory of being a young baby that drifts away like smoke.

The memory's of being young and happy, listeni...

Here I am on a Saturday morning working my stories about these young kids who enjoy going on adventures to finger out what they like to do in there lives.

So one early summer morning these kids took a walk and saw a empty Baseball field what need a lot of work so they took mug them selfs to fix the Basball field up. Some of the kids went home got there tools like rakes, shovls, bags, There was m...

I never realized

The air smelled like home

Till I left it, and it, too, left me alone

I hadn’t considered

The feel of the water

The grain of the wood, or

The voice of my father

Now I rest on cool tiles

That have not known my name

_Lone at home_, they cry!

_What a shame._

What a shame....

Amidst a mysterious and perplexing world,

Where comprehension is elusive,

On a cosmic scale where our individual journeys begin and end in solitude,

Each of us develops our own distinct personality as we navigate life's ups and downs,

through love and hate,

joy and sorrow,

tranquility and anarchy,

sorrow and anguish.

In the midst of all the mayhem,

we tend to lose sight of our true selves, ...