Homeward Bound

I recently found an old journal from my sophomore year of high school. The angsty poetry alone had me in tears from laughing. But as humorous as it is, I can also appreciate my old self and how it's shaped who I am now.

Here's an entry from November 22, 2012 (I'm pretty sure it's based on the song More Than Life by Whitley)

"Oh, and we are homeward bound

enticed and enraptured

captivated and intrigued

ensnared, intangled

fatuously flaunted

all wound up, winding, unwond

released, unseized

increasingly appeased

followers following the followed

shifting gravity

morphing perspective

expanding, unleashing

uncontrollable incarnation

buzzing vibrations

humming sensations.

Interwoven, interlocked

intwined and unboxed

overwhelmingly mistook

unsurprisingly overlooked.

Entranced in a daze,

caught up in a haze.

Transversally transparent

torn, tortured, incoherent.

Unmasked and redefined,

sucked out and made blind

sick to the point of assertion

no more, no less, you'll fight till the rest

tick-tock, slow motion, no stand stills, commotion.

Bleeding and gushing, fading and rushing

rock solidly pacing, no more hesitation.

Lost lost, lost once more.

Eyes flit, eyes flutter

flirt in amour

unbashfully grateful,

most despairingly hateful.

Un-attacked, reloading

Receding, recoiling.

Immersion, absorption.

Twistingly contorted

soul spilling your guts

heart must quickly catch up.

Close all doors, close all cupboards

face uncertainty

face disharmony

then, now, and soon

face it all

stop and swoon.

Sigh, grown, and mutter

shivering-ly shutter.

Turn back, turn around, turn upside-down

tip top turvy shape

let it all go, run to escape

no where no where, no where to find

wait still.

Stop.

We are homeward bound

and I,

I want this more than life."