Trying to Find a Place: A Train of Thoughts

there are days when i am alone

seeking for a place—an arm i can call home

in solitude, i dwell

to runaway from this lonesome spell

i long…

to be loved

cherished

and to belong

but

will i be ever loved?

like a sunflower loves warmth;

like a compass loves it’s true north;

like the moon loves the night décor?

one, two and three

i am in the middle, you see?

an adjustment

an option

and that one-way friend’s key

how can i ever make someone prioritise

my thoughts?

my whims?

my days?

my hymns?

all this wishful thinking

and there’s still no one to be seen

i desire to be unshackled,

to be unchained

from the mirage that this “love” brims

and let all my sorrows soar and swim.