I want to come home. I've been away for so long. I almost forget what it feels like. But if I close my eyes tight and block out the noise...there...I'm almost there.
Complete and safe...in love and loved. God, where have I been? It's not here in this place. I want to come home. Let me in.
Wandering around...chasing ideas of people and things. Ghosts and vapors of romantic ideas of some existence. I'm tired and I want to come home.
Trying so hard to create something...anything. I've drifted so far from everything. It's lonely out in space. The fucking clock is starting to race. I want to come home.
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