How do I tell you that fear shudders through me still...
Even when you clasp me in your arms so tight
Like his shadow lurks around even as we kiss, oblivious to our sight.
A silence prevails before the storm;
That blanches my soul when you are gone
So I sit there clutching my loneliness closer, to fill the void he left within
And picture my past: shades of gray in a canvas of grime
For I can never let go of what I dread...
Losing you like I lost him.
Human beings no matter where they go in the world, will always seek home: in places, in people, in things, and in food. Perhaps because at the end of the day one wants to be vulnerable and yet are loved. We search for a setting where not the flesh, not the bones, but the very soul beneath it is adored and cradled like a newborn, squealing, and needy for love. As long as I lived with my family, I never realized the worth of home, unless one day, I was out in the wide world, alone, apprehensive, and being indoctrinated by societal norms every single day. The only pockets of peace that I was left with was a 'chosen family': a farrago of strangers that I met, and before I could decide to love or hate them, I was entangled with them like wollen strands in the mesh of a new warm cardigan. I have lived with a plethora of strangers, loved them, held them close in my most vulnerable moments, and then cried bitterly when we parted. After a time, both parties agreed on their fate and mo
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