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A new poem I wrote just today, after looking at a dozen different apartment complexes and contemplating what makes the place you live ‘home’ instead of just the place you live.

Home

I want a place inviolate,

where I can lounge in solitary quietude
or dance naked in the hall at whim,
free to keep strange hours or stranger company. 

A place where I can color the walls with my quirks,
create an ever-changing puzzle of my own designing. 

I want a place of sanctuary
and belonging, 
of cozy bliss.

Above all, I want to share it, eventually,
belonging to you as much as we belong to it,
your face a solid cornerstone
to the sanctity of its walls, 

And your arms around me a bastion against the dark,
my dreams secure
with that soft breath against my neck.

I wish I was there.
I wish you were here.

I wish I knew who you were.

Lyric Love: Wishing Well

The Airborne Toxic Event. I am currently in love with this band because #1 they’re awesome, and #2  lead singer Mikel Jollet writes amazing and heartbreaking lyrics – without the music itself being depressing! (not an easy feat) 

The whole album is great, showing a range of vocal styles and aural mood, but the following in particular has been on repeat lately, along with “Sometime Around Midnight” (I dare you to watch the acoustic YouTube version and not feel his pain/passion). 
 

“Wishing Well” by The Airborne Toxic Event
(see acoustic YouTube version here) 

Standing on a bus stop
Feeling your head pop
Out in the night
On the kind of night
Where you want to be out
On the street, on the street
Crawling up the walls
Like a cat in heat

And the air is thin
And it blows through your skin
And you feel like something
Is about to begin
But you don’t know what
And you don’t know when
So you tear at your hair
And you scratch at your skin

You wanna run away, run away
Just get on the fucking train and leave today
And it doesn’t matter where you spend the night
You just might end up somewhere in a fight, in a fight
Or caught in your room on a concrete shelf
Fighting all alone, with yourself, with yourself
And you just wanna feel like a coin that’s been tossed
In a wishing well, a wishing well
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