How? When it’s 200+ miles away from everyone and everything you know, and knowing you’ll never go back. “A change of scenery, it helps to better the mind” I went along with the bullshit fairytale I was given about having a fresh start, a better life, to feel somewhat rejuvenated and happier. I let it feed away on my emotions, sucking my bones dry until I’m nothing but a limp skeleton on the bedroom floor thinking, when did it get to this? I feel like clutching at my chest to just try and stop the pain, but I let it eat at me. I become overwhelmed with this sudden sadness and it’s painful. ![]() I’m so far away from my home that I just stop and breakdown sometimes. ![]() You’re probably thinking I’m talking about a house, but I’m not.Ī home can be more than bricks and mortar, it can be people. This is becoming a daily occurrence for me.Įveryday I sit and watch the clouds go by in the somewhat dreary sky, and think about how much I miss my home.
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