The Idea
My perception of my life over these past few years, discussing topics such as loneliness and craving/searching for a sense of belonging
Fading Echoes of Belonging
I move through crowds but go unseen,
A shadow lost in the light between
The echoing laughter is warm and bright,
Yet leaves me colder every night.
I trace my name in fogged-up glass.
A concise mark— that never lasts
I seek belonging that is washed away,
Like waves that reach but never stay.
They use tongues that I am unable to learn.
A life undeserved, a silent ghost deterred
With an unrelenting tide, the world continues to spin.
But here I am, imprisoned within.
If I could carve a space, a house,
A voice that swells, a seed thats sown,
Would I be noticed? Call me close?
Or would my name simply repose?