Lost Love Lust

Tags: moving

• pilgrim.

  As a pilgrim, I gather my belongings.
  My heart no longer holds it’s ground here.
  My journey soon takes hold.
  I smile to this empty room.
  Hollow in retrospect, these walls hold more than solidity.
  Encased within these walls are my days.
  Moments of inspiration.
  Tears of joy, Fears of tomorrow.
  As a pilgrim, I gather my belongings.
  My heart no longer holds it’s [...]

• “go back to start.”

  Today, I started packing once more. Definitely not the first time now is it.
  Only god knows how many times I’ve gone through this, and by now you would think I’m immune.
  Perhaps “mature” enough to not be affected by the fear of the new, but no, still affected am I.
  Some of the people in my life that I [...]