I miss--
belonging.
it turns out home
was exactly what I remembered,
and now I'm not sure where
I want to spend the night.
I miss
being new.
because when everything is changing,
it's easier to remember to breathe,
to remind myself that
this too shall pass
and now I'm sitting on someone else's sofa,
dreaming of feeling awake,
painless;
but these are the dreams that don't come true.
Author notes
a e s t i v a l
stream of consciousness.
i liked fall break. but i think i like my mom better in small doses.
A contest entry
- veritas. by landmark.
700 points, ended November 16, 27 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
thoughts? honesty, please.
Comments
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SHHHHHHIIIITTTTTTT. the home stanza. holyy fucking CRAP. i love it. love it to the point i want to rip every letter out and live in the cracks. it makes me feeeeelll.
all this makes me miss you.
how about..
you write every single day!!!

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<3333 thank you so much. I'm going to try to write more, I promise!
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awh, college is difficult to adjust to. I'm still having trouble adjusting and I'm a sophomore. -_-
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aw, yes. it's getting easier... that first day back just sucked, though.
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