Monday, January 17, 2022

TAKE ME HOME


There is a place where you can be nowhere.

I sit here, in nowhere, asking for existence.

I have prayed, screamed, and cried

There is a place where you can not exist

Concealed in the vapors of my mind

My body awaits to go home.


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