"Where are you from?" "From a place that no longer feels like home." "I didn't grow up in a bubble."


a visual anchor

Your eyes must eventually rest upon something; it's a natural human inclination.
What burdens it? Does it need support? What casts shadows or brings it to light? The physical light that illuminates it, or the inner light that shines from within?




Poetry by Albert Vynckier The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-01-19 at 16:02

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