Borrowed spaces

In borrowed spaces, I live my life these days
In transient situations, I find myself
In homes I don’t own
In a suitcase with all there is

The house disappears
And in its place
It’s hard to describe what comes
For the safety net of something known never leaves you

It’s not something to fix
There is no cure that can make it better
In the desperation of it reveals a revelation
One to lean on, not to hold

Like an infinite well of layers within
One world shatters in the creation of another
Where home becomes contained in
For in reality, it always was

The external binds with the internal
And suddenly both disappear
You can no longer distinguish them
From within, without, or anything else

It’s a sweet, delicious nectar to taste that loss
As a gain, scary in its intent
But embracing without asking for rent
Borrowed spaces is all we have

It’s honestly the worst justification
This mind came to comprehend
Because it’s all wrapped in a silver candy

Crackling and disturbing as it unravels
In a vastness you can never contain
And somehow you still do
Because the container and contained
were never but one without being one.

Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~