I keep running down the halls.
Ripping all the wallpaper down.
Tearing all the books off the shelves.
Flipping furniture just pondering,
why can't I find you.
Its the same house, the same shell.
Where is the man I knew?
He's no longer willing to let me in so I had to break the door down.
He didn't bring anything I'd eat because that man's interactions fed my soul.
When he led me to bed I felt passion as strong as gravity, just pulling me in.
Now, now I feel convenient, I am just around for temporary bliss.
This man, the one I used to see into the soul of.
He's long gone.
I get that he was hurt but I don't think he realized he wasn't the only one in pain.
Something is broken but I am pushing, kicking, and screaming my way in.
I just I could be greeted by him, fed by him, and slept by him one last time.
I didn't realize by the time I got out rain, that he would have melted.#thinkingoutloud #outoftouch #youaremyhome (not my photography)