Cumin by Tiya Lyrics

[Spoken Word]
Home is a room with faded red walls, messy tables, warm tea, dripping with incandescent lamps, filled with people to populate its silence

Home is a room with faded red tables, messy walls with speckled mirrors and papers swimming on wooden floors waiting to drown you with their scrawled salts and sand between your toes

Home is a room with closed doors, where an entired world of chaos and choice lives not behind, but within – that door keeps the potential inside, lest it seep out the cracks and escape into the sky, condensing into clouds that eventually rain down pasts of decisiveness, yesterdays that cannot change phase but become trapped in the dirts of old soils

Home is that room. i have not had the pleasure of it’s empathetic embrace yet, but i will find it and it will love me