Sunday Favourite Things

finding old journals, of lost times:

I cant see the end of this tunnel, though I trust in the light.

I feel restless and reckless

I feel no peace, no saftey, no comfort despite,

your failed attempts to soothe me

they are lost in translation.

I would explain all these feelings,

but Ive lost the will for communication

I wanna go home,

to be surrounded by love.

to be cared for and nourished

to be alone and untouched