It seems tempting, at times, to retreat permanently into the past.
However, if I were to do that, I'd not be able to see the future, and would never again stand in awe.
An outlet for my madness, and the chaos of a thinking mind.
It seems tempting, at times, to retreat permanently into the past.
However, if I were to do that, I'd not be able to see the future, and would never again stand in awe.
It used to be that I'd dream of an ideal mate.
And now, even 5 years later, I dream only of past love.
Where is home? Feel like I'd like to go there.
Is home my lonely apartment? Is it where my family is? Where my friends are?
They say that home is where the heart is, and I believe that. My heart, though, is fragmented, and surely, far from here.
As a child I was happy to have so many places to call home, but over time, these places have drifted. I've drifted; and reaching any of them has become so difficult.
Maybe someday things'll be easier, but until then...
I'll smile for them whenever I can.
'Tis quite aggravating when the past attempts to force its way into the present.
You've already had your time, past.
I'll call you if you're needed.