Where do I belong?
I wander through spaces, yet nowhere feels mine,
The ground beneath me trembles, with the passing time.
This house feels like nothing but a shell, no warmth in it's bone,
My room whispers stranger's secrets, never my own.
I clean the corners, sweep the shadows away,
But the dust of my soul remains, refusing to sway.
I feel detached, with everything that I've ever known,
I search for haven, a place to call home.
-crystal