Tag: art

insecurities?

this has always been a huge problem for me.
thoughts, feelings, the way i’m supposed to be.
sometimes, i find myself trapped within.
inside a place, somewhere i could never win.

but here you are, saving my life.
i was stabbing myself, but you took away the knife.
i was falling to my death, but you caught me.
and now, in your arms, i am free.

Home.

Home.
Freedom.
Home is where the heart is and freedom is what we find at home.
Home is where you can be yourself without worry.
Freedom is how you can be yourself.
But home is not just a place, nor is freedom just a state.
Both are felt in the heart and soul.
Home is without stress. 
It’s where you can rest your mess of a life. 
It’s a place you go to get rid of toxicity and inhale the felicity and feel the electricity coursing through your veins.
You feel the good chills up in your arms like you’re on top of a hilltop, topping positive feelings you’ve felt before.
You scream your lungs out without fear of… anything.
Without fear. Bravery. Brave.
One. Brave enough to be something. 
Two. Brave enough to do anything.
Lastly, you’re brave enough to feel what you feel.
At home, you can be brave.
Express, profess, be dauntless.
Home.
Freedom.
Two different words. Words within words.
Two different concepts, one big image.
Again, both are felt in the heart and soul.
And with that, you are home.
And at home, you are free.