I would hold my breath so long
to wash ashore where I belong
Broken roses on the steps
Like promises I never kept
Nada Surf – Troublemaker
I’ve learned love is like a brick.
You can build a house or sink a dead body.
-Lady Gaga, Judas
Unfortunately, it feels more like sinking a dead body the last days.
Something erodes me and I can’t point the finger on it.
He gave me a key to the house of his parents and somehow it was cursed.
I feel bad since I have it. It lies in my pocket heavy like a stone.
I regarded it carefully but there’s nothing wrong with it.
I don’t want a key.
I want to move out.
I want a home.