I realized, I haven't missed someone lately. I mean I do, but not to the point of breakage and dying, not to the point of sacrificial prayers, to the point of begging. I was missing someone for a long time but I guess I have outgrown the feeling. I suddenly stopped looking for them in everyone, I still think about them but I no longer pray for their return. I haven't missed someone in a while now and poetry taste like bland coffee now.
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I have found myself a home
Poetry🧸⃤ In the Kaleidoscope of wanting to be home, I have found myself a home in places I have been. The shade of colors found under streetlights, the thrills of joy in the shrieking of laughters by the side road. The love woven under fabricated happine...
