DASH 04/13/21 僕らだけの主題歌 【 Our Theme Song 】 My darling I know you are lost in this big and scary world, but I hope after all this loss you will finally find your way home. The place that your heart yearns, the place your feet has not yet touched, my darling f...
—𝑨𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 04/11/21 ink dries up too quickly I find that when I read a lot, my own words leave me. I can’t be a part of anything else. I have become the bystander and the creator’s pen has moved beyond me. Yet, I still can’t help ...
annalise 04/11/21 Home Today, I was walking by where we used to live. The tree that we planted infront of our home is still there and the sun still shines as bright. The people who live there are so nice, I should have taken you to meet them. Our home has become theirs and some other persons home has become ours. In a way...
x.frnk 04/11/21 i loved you my desperate pleas still echo behind you through each ing night illuminated by the headlights of that intersection where our eyes met for the first and last time and finally i saw you our hands now limp at the sides we used to graze lips that once stole forbidden kisse...
oe || e dans l’o 04/11/21 Normality When the Europeans arrived, they only showed vanity, and lacked a sense of poise; catholicism was the religion they held in high regard while, simultaneously, staining the name of their God. Their God - no the Morning Star whispered within their ears, and the only thing that followed was war; ...
Apotheosis 04/11/21 a crack in the foundation (that which i call home) ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀I'm still trying to find it, ⠀⠀⠀⠀I suppose. That ⠀⠀...
—a soft aesthetic 04/11/21 —home is a feeling, not a place ━─┉┈◈◉◈┈┉─━ A soft breeze rustles the fallen leaves, nostalgia circles with sweet oblivion a nd ionate sadness. The flowers p irouette in its rhythm and the birds, pe rched up on the laden tree branches, s ing an orchestra of joy and love in their fami...
tree 04/10/21 ━ maybe this was never a home, as much as i wanted it to be. home. where is home. home is the old carpet in the living room, and the question how many feet have walked over it. it's the old chairs and the knowledge somebody died in one of them - home is knowing every- thing and nothing at the same time...
𝒥𝓊𝒿𝓊𝒷𝑒𝑒 04/10/21 Her place Under her statue she kept the flower Asking for peace and power Giving in to the mistakes she made As the problems of tomorrow still stayed. ing the petty fight she had Making her feel like a complete bratt She knelt down asking for forgiveness Though she wasn't that of religious B...
𝓥𝓸𝓷 𝓐𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓷 🌙 04/10/21 I'll leave the door open If you feel cold in the chilly night and you need warmth and light I'll leave the door open and you may come inside If the wolves scare you and the forest makes you blue I'll leave the door open and you may stay inside If the sun gets too hot and high and there are no shades nearby I'll leave the ...
harley 04/10/21 home is no place home is no place. my house is a chaos, a chorus. a symphony of yelling and sighing and crying and prying. my house is all this and yet always so quiet. my house is the worst kind of silence. my house is a place. but home is no place. home is a painless peace. home is a breath of fresh ai...
