Say It.

This place is not home.
It isn't warm and peaceful.
It doesn't prosper with beauty and adventure.
No, this place feels like a temporary lock down.
Holding me down from freedom.
Holding me back from looking out my window.
It makes me miss the stars and the brightness of the moon.
Stress and darkness find me in this place that I do not call home.
Please bring me back to the place I do call home.

Rearrange & Attach.

Ponder that thought.
Try and figure out why these times seem to be distraught.
That frown upon your face?
It only occurs when certain figures swiftly stop by.

This is happening because?
…You deserve it?
Now that can’t be right.

You make pure and ridiculous points,
Until he sweeps you away from the insanities.

Then the warmth and comfort of his words…
You can taste the happiness.
That weightless touch of his hand places a smile upon your face.
Try and figure out how his power secures your mind.
Ponder that thought.