By Eve Simpson
A piece about searching for yourself in a vessel in which you don’t feel you belong. It’s a cave, wherein the darkness lingers everything you fear most about yourself and no escape is clear to the eye. You can try but in the end, you will always be you. Always confined within your frame. Instead, you can try to find yourself, but it will long be a game of hide and seek. But once you find it, you will be able to call it home.
Home to me is the place in yourself where you feel most comfortable. It’s a release. I’m still seeking it.