Home.
What does it really mean?
My mind, sunken in thoughts I shouldn't worry about.
Whilst chatter, of a different world, flood the empty room.
instrumentals play the ambient.
Will my life become stagnant?
Will I lose my flight?
Or will I win this fight?
Alone.
It's how I really feel.
Within the silent nights and the crowded days.
Within another's warm embrace.
Whether it be the push or pull, or the impossible path.
Even if Found Heaven had played, it would've only masked my sadness.
Why is it so hard to smile, when I'm on my own?
Security.
All I crave, all I want.
Undoubted, willing, stable.
In places familiar and unfamiliar.
Will I have to wait for the distant future?
Or break a Wishbone, hoping for the long end?
Maybe these thoughts will flee, maybe they'll remain.
But the present remains still. Is this how it has to be?
Let time pass. Let it pass.
It will get better. It will be better.
They said so.
"To give you – the moonlight.
I reach, like Icarus does to the sky.
Life, lightheaded, dream-like."
Sincerely,
Davo