Homeless

 

The real merges
with the surreal.
The boundary crumbles.
And I,
subconsciously living
in nightmares
and dreams
of reality
that dance at
the deeper level
of my being.
I return
to the ruin
of what was once
my home, my body.
I open the door,
clear the cobwebs
and see.
Life is absurd.

And I, homeless.

~Riya~

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