I can't find itThis place that seems to exist for everyoneExcept me anywayI thought I was there once It felt like homeBut like most pretty things, those memories fadedI can barely recall nowWas I ever there?Do I just see illusions?Sometimes I think that’s enoughAnd then the picture becomes
more and more washed outFrayed at the endsAnd it can hold me no longerI need this place to call my ownWhere I hear laughter Where I'm not afraid Or alone (I hate that the most I think)I need reason to believe that I'm on my wayPerhaps it’s just around the corner?I hope at least... There's always hope right?Maybe I just want to be missed when I’m goneHave a careful eye on the horizonA place to come back toNo matter how long I’m awayWith someone waiting for meWho’s thinking of me tonight?And am I home to him?
I write… When the thoughts swirl too much in my head. Because I am afraid to say things out loud. When there is no one to listen. Because I hope one day you'll read my words. I write because I know no other way