Turn Chaos Into Art

I miss home.
When I’m outside, watching the rain I miss home.
I came here running from myself
And I found myself alone here
That happens to anyone.
Regret.
The deaf who goes for a blind dream and gets broken.
That happened to me.
I didn´t know that I could stand all
When I thought I couldn´t
So I left. And now, I really can´t stand a thing by myself
Not even the sick routine of me.
Not even my memories, that turn into misery the brave feeling
I carried all along the way til darkness.
I just miss home.
And the sensation of being held
The illusion of falling. Illusions never happen.
But today´s nightmare happens
I didn´t know home…
Until I miss it.


Kate Polladsky