Home is any illusion you choose to make of it.  The place makes no difference, only the state of mind does.
Here might as well be there. And there is gone.
I’m out of excuses, all I have left is what I am and what I am not.
I woke up early and went to bed late.
Left to the fleeting time in between.
I’ve been told to stop grabbing.
But when you’re falling it’s only natural
to reach for  safety that isn’t there.

 

 

Note: That’s all I have– I don’t know what it is. But I just wrote it because it came to mind when I was thinking of what to write. Call it……free writing.

Ty

 

Not a darn thing…

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  1. i beg to differ that in some cases the actual place does make a difference in certain stiuations

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