I Think That My Mother Believes

I think that my mother believes

That the threat of forcing me from home

Will encourage me to engage

Instead it fosters resentment

Why must it still be about you

Do you not realise that children

Are like water ?

Try and push them down into shape

And all you’ll have is a more forceful

Rebellion against your threats

Force me from my nest

Watch as I take flight (or plummet)

Either way I’ll take my leave

Without argument

Pack my bags

Start to travel

I hear the churches in Croyden

Are particularly nice this time of year.

In person

Seems the safest way to interact

Texting means a degree of separation

That’s felt all the more keenly now

The miles stretch out like patchwork nerves

Raw distance bloody with words unsaid

I long for the day

That I can call you all home

Either as one house or separate ones

Scared I’ll never see that day

Longing to never see the sunrise

Tonight I’ll hold on

Held safe by promises of another

Another hug

Another joke

Another reason

It’s truly a miracle 

How good company 

Makes the worst day bright with joy

Time flies without pausing

But every second stretches to accommodate 

Every smile and joke

That’s the difference between

Solitude and loneliness

How the time passes

Days stretch for years

Lonely homes echo no love

no more

no more talking

no more texting

no more late night calls

no more six hour conversations

it’s been a fun time

but I love you all too much

to weigh you down

More battle jacket concept art (first time drawing tentacles be nice pls), this would properly go along a hem.

why do I try so hard to stay in the dark

when they try so hard to bring me to the light