Not a word can describe the feeling
that controls a person’s body.
Not a million pages,
nor a path a thousand miles,
filled with books and letters
and ink that hasn’t yet dried.
Not the largest oceans
with their deepest, darkest secrets.
Not the rivers and streams
that swallow villages whole.
A feeling that can’t be described,
even with two worlds combined.
A feeling
that is now called home.