A voyage to home
How do you see a wound and not want to scratch it?
Because every time I see one
I have this sick urge of digging deeper and deeper
In search of a lost home
In search of a lost hope
And in search of a red that once turned blue.
My Blue has always been a question.
A question of
This urge of bathing in red is a sinking ship in an ocean of blues.
The deeper you sink.....
The higher you fall.