“home is not where you were born, home is where all attempts to escape cease”- naguib mahfouz

some words stay with you forever. these are those.

i am home. i have no need of escape

yet the still hollow visits

i often yearn to fill it with choruses of voices

sex

vapour

and being enveloped in arms that give way to stupor .

so much of me has changed, these changes have made possible thishome.

yet here i am- again,

one of the desperate ones.

i have no need to escape.

perhaps the emptiness is my body grieving the frantic energy of the desire to flee

perhaps i wish you would escape here with me

or, in this stillness-i am finally confronted by myself.

still.dark.hollow.void.

*Featured image: Vincent van Gogh- Bedroom in Arles