Wonderfully disconnected
wonderfully homeless
when the heart has no soft place to fall,
no place to call home.
When one’s footsteps walk into a wall,
the wall of life.
When there’s no partner side by side,
only loneliness and empty room.
When even the room becomes void.
When everything is nothingness
and nothingness is all.
wonderfully homeless
when the heart has no soft place to fall,
no place to call home.
When one’s footsteps walk into a wall,
the wall of life.
When there’s no partner side by side,
only loneliness and empty room.
When even the room becomes void.
When everything is nothingness
and nothingness is all.
By Sharka Waite
