Conclusions

I miss home, but don't know where it is
anymore

There are certain(ties that cannot be put into words,)
conversations i do not know how to have;
like math class in 7th grade and my teacher stressing it's
not enough to know the result
but i still cannot show you how i got to the outcome

Feelings

one size for all;
like a sweater that just won't fit

omnia mea mecum porto

I can't live in this castle
The halls are hollow
your whispers echo
Everything's so big,
won't fit in a pocket
not even your hands

A room is enough
The walls like arms
holding on tight
won't let go
of your hands


won't fit in a pocket
not even your hands