I don’t travel because I want to leave my home. I travel because I need to know why I’m staying.
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| — | Humans of New York (via ianception) |
O So Lonely
While you sit alone.
No one is there
To make your house a home.
While you sit alone.
No one is there
To make your house a home.
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| — | Cecelia Weir, “O So Lonely” (via larmoyante) |
Every Iris Is A Voice
We are as lonely as the night; despite the gentle kiss of sunlight, or the sea of masks that we drift along. But, in you I found company. Laughs and ballads that carried us to a home only we could find. When she came along, without having left, you lost all that was said. I tried every language and still you misunderstood. Barriers return and isolation tears me down. Still, all that is left I leave to you because it is only you that I have eyes for; which you could see, if you weren’t always watching her.
