Whisper

it feels like home

it feels like sun rising above horizons of sapphire
and setting below clouds like translucent marshmallows

it feels like animals grazing in vast celadon plains
and it feels like the distant rumble of magma in its stony eggshell planet Earth

it feels like waking up to grassy whispers and bovine lowing
and the rattle of ancient bones in their dusty old sockets
flesh chafed and rotting, eyes empty and dark

it feels like glittering diamonds
and it feels like musty coal

it feels like a place no one will ever truly know as their own
or maybe just a place with nothing to hide and nothing to be known

and so it feels like home

but i am a stranger here,
and i am all alone.