H O M E
Some days I feel like I’m in the blush of ownership
Other days, I’m not even a welcome ghost afforded to roam the halls
A vagabond soul with nowhere to go
You keep me here, with you
High and dry
Day and night
Eating the crumbs that you don’t know you’ve dropped
m o n o c h r o m e j u n k i e † 
C O M M E N T