nobody in my home
seek solitude and different ways of seeing love,
be indifferent to life; follow the wingless dove,
and most importantly, go with the flow and don’t oppse.
things are as they are; there are no highs nor lows.
i once fell in love with a disturbed swallow,
whose heart seemed poetic but was completely hollow,
and then a bloody balloon returned into this dome.
to this day, i’m alone; nobody in my home.
©LukaKorba
With love,
Luka.