In the constant noise inside my mind, Almost spilled everything I hold dear, Until the moment of awakening, Realizing you're not yet my home, nor will you ever be?

For the first time, my light fades, All because of you, appearing suddenly, Without rhyme or reason. Your aura, a bright rainbow after the storm, Leaving my haven in utter darkness.

Be happy in your own way, I'll find bliss in mine, naively perhaps? As my head buzzes with thoughts, I navigate through the symphony of our encounters, Trying to decipher if you're the dwelling I've sought.

5000x4000 | Hollagas, 2023: the last flower I hold