We see ourselves in the experiences of others,
in the ways we fall short,
in good jealousy over bad jealousy.
We see our mirrors distorted in soul length reflections
of not knowing quite what happened to us.
We see the world in terms of ourselves.
Strange reality of your heart never quitting on something, even when you do. Or try to convince yourself that you did.
I used to think ‘home’ is a feeling.
Turns out ‘home’ is a time, and not just a place.
The things you have done to my heart…
you make it soar