Sara Tonin
Bluelighter
Sulfur and graphite hangs heavy in the air. The pollution, I fear, is in my lungs. But I'm home and this is how it is. The grime and dullness hide the cozy feelings that I once experienced. I no longer fit, I feel heavy here and my purpose is not defined.
Faces and voices are still familiar to me but we don't connect like we once did. They do not even try to bend their minds around what I am saying. Easier to ignore what you don't understand. They care, they kiss, they hug me with warmth and send me on my way to my home hundreds of miles away. They know I don't belong here any more.
Faces and voices are still familiar to me but we don't connect like we once did. They do not even try to bend their minds around what I am saying. Easier to ignore what you don't understand. They care, they kiss, they hug me with warmth and send me on my way to my home hundreds of miles away. They know I don't belong here any more.
