Rustling
Bustling
Through the corners
This small world
Around me
Very tightly
I hear all sounds
Like I would be their maker
A killer
By heart
Lives in my soul
Don’t come near me
Unless you will feed me
If you look at me closely
You see the symbolic never-ending circle
I cannot be caught
With black thoughts I go through life
Missing no one
Wanting nothing
But a home
“At the end of the day, it isn’t where I came from. Maybe home is somewhere I’m going and never have been before.”
“Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition.”
