this place

This place

This place

Once so foreign

Now more familiar

Than my own face.

This place

Never lets me down

It is always here

Whether I want it or not.

In this place

I can b

King of my domain

And master of my trade.

In this place

I can always find

The comforts of a friendly face

And the solidarity of routine.

This place

Is my life

My home

And my grave.

Heart of Hearts

Heart of Hearts.


How peculiar my heart has been these days.

As soothing as the rain against a window it once was

Like the ticking of a bombs clock it now sounds

Louder it grows and more unstable as the hours wither away.

This is the dawning of an era, a reckoning

And ever am I changing, never fully fledged, always a changeling

Still seeking what is seldom sought, the Heart of Hearts.

But when did it happen, this wretched change?

Did it creep in like storm clouds over the horizon?

Did it happen while I slept?

Or have I have been like this always and just now am I waking up?

Always will I be seeking that which is seldom sought, my Heart of Hearts.