Desolate

I’d like to say that it is nothing. But I can feel this vapor layer in de ridges of my eyes. The feeling aches within my hollow chest. Seconds pass without blinking, more seconds pass without breathing. I stare silently into this maze of unraveling emotions. This grieving nostalgic feeling hangs between my ribs and with every breath it sets itself free. It has the utmost power to break the joy of my face.

I have known home and I have known what commitment means. But after all these years I have lost this knowledge of fulfillment.

I realized how my eyes filled themselves with tears.
You can’t fight something you have always known.
You can only decide how much they desolate you.

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