Home
There's no where like home.Furniture's been moved, my usual mess doesnt greet me when i enter the room. Mom's got new plants. Dawn doesnt stay in the room anymore. Same place, a different feel. He takes me out for dinner. We go outside to the pool to soak up the sun. He acts the same. Same person, a different feel.
Home feels odd. I just need to hear the words from someone. Being away may clear your head for awhile but the ghosts of home linger. Just the words.
posted by dustyrose @ 3:47 AM
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