Sometimes I’m just staring thoughtlessly into the skylines as if I’m searching for you. The days are so different here, anymore. I’m not sure I’ll ever fit into them- ever. Even the silent times are eerier. And most of my time is spent feeling more like an unwanted visitor.
Sometimes I catch myself pretending to belong, but I’ve never felt that way at all. Some say it will just take time for this place to grow on me, but I sense they’re just gaslighting me to help them feel they have answers they really don’t. It all sounds too much like nonsense anyways.
Sometimes, I explain this is where I live now but I’ll never call it my home. Perhaps my aberrant ways just refuse to accept the burden of changes I never wanted? I really don’t know myself. Or maybe my love refuses to let you go so easily, which makes more sense to me.
How can I remove you from my random thoughts in your absence when you’ve always been the soul… of my heart?
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