soulbound? soulbound.

lonely, distant, cold
homesick.
those are the feelings that tell me
that I am here again.

it isn't dysphoria but this body is not mine
seconds ago I flew
and now I hide, while you take my place
waiting for you
to find him here.

your body and life is so foreign to me
why a spark plug on your desk?
why an empty candle holder on its side?
there are all these questions that I mean to ask
but you remain silent, able to fly in my world