Belongings

there’s something that is missing since time, something that doesn’t have a name but it goes on. the heart is dry, and it speaks languages that brain doesn’t understand. thinking of, now who will walk with her in the nights. but despite of everything, she walks and walks to find her lost soul and searches for her belongings. she has forgotten how to sleep like a child. she escapes all the places of comfort and support. she use to think that if she will picture everything, those memories will stay with her. but the memories have turned into a bottle of grief and sadness. as the daily life and routine becomes exhausting, she returns back to her world made up of coffee houses and broken diaries. it’s both, when it comes it’s too much and when it goes it’s not enough. the unfamiliar rhythm pattern stays in her head. but she listens to love, like she listen to birds of her town. maybe she doesn’t know what she wants but she hears almost everything. maybe the word dead isn’t her favourite word and she doesn’t want to understand it too.