A Broken House? No A Broken Home.

These words, torment of the tongue.

Do you hear my thoughts? Can you latch onto the concepts of these realms that I’ve created for you. The realms of nothingness but my own solitude.

Can you feel the texture of the pain in my voice when I slowly utter your name in the midst of this cold desert storm at rainy nights.

Can you borrow my agony for a while to make you feel what I feel. I want you to know what I know.

A broken house? No, a broke home.