The saying, home is where the heart is. Whether that is a a person and or a place. I found that the places and people I used to return to, to feel familiar and comfort had start to become places of pain. lost. it’s time to find home and love within myself.
As I gazed out my window my dad cleaned the window … it resembles the emotion… as the window came clear and light reflected and water dried up is showed the hope there is … but I told myself it won’t be same, but it’ll be okay. hard when those you lived for, those you loved and were a part of you have disappeared… I questions who am I?