My throat is raw
My ducts are raw
The beauty and the warmth pass by my window
Past the sunset
Past the sunrise
Passing through a maze of happy people
A maze of houses made home
I’d tell you how I was doing if i thought you could hear me
Maybe then I will enjoy the sun on my skin
The wind in my hair
A touch
In this moment I am present
In this moment I am here
In this moment I ache
In this moment I breathe
In this moment I am alone
In every moment I am alone
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The only place that feels like home
Is moving town to town
Counting yellow lines in the road.
And if I’m being honest
Nowhere feels like a safe space
Because I am always worried
That I’m not running fast enough.
