Living alone, where no one knows you and you don't know anyone. |
| You're something few claim to see and others barely believe in. Home is where you make it- here, or there- but you're wanted less anywhere. Hidden in plain sight; it's your right to change and it's okay for you to remain. Living in a shell of self...a blanket of clouds shroud you out and away...where you end up isn't always where you want to be, but so what? If you're somewhere, then surely you must be someone... says anyone. You're a sight unseen. You're a light disbelieved. Hope is what you make of it- alone, on your own- not what anyone else says when they think they know what's best for you. Living in a shape shifting...clay walking untouched by the eyes of strangers passing by...you're anyone, wishing maybe upon maybe to be someone...or not just anyone. 39 Lines..."ghost; defined" from "World By Design" . |