just_muse_me 8.1 - Homesick
(Ben = hawthorne_jr)
I would give all my time
just to spend my nights with you
I would lay down my fears
Just to spend my years with you
Cause when I’m standing at your door
I don’t feel homesick anymore
When I’m standing at your door
I don’t feel homesick anymore
~Homesick - Thirsty Merc
Kala sat quietly under a tree behind the house she'd grown up in. It was a beautiful, perfect summer day. It was so different than New York. It was a good different, of course, but different. She closed her eyes and let herself feel the air around her. The sun on her skin. She remembered the days she once lived for home. For Hawaii. She remembered leaving, how hard it had truly been on her to live somewhere else. To try and get used to somewhere else.
And yet...not a moment had passed of being there that she didn't think of New York. The sounds of the streets, the busy nights...Ben. Sure the family house, the town, was her home. It would always be her home.
But something she'd come to realize, to accept, in her time of being home...New York City was home. Ben was home. And even more...she missed him...and she was ready to go home.
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I would give all my time
just to spend my nights with you
I would lay down my fears
Just to spend my years with you
Cause when I’m standing at your door
I don’t feel homesick anymore
When I’m standing at your door
I don’t feel homesick anymore
~Homesick - Thirsty Merc
Kala sat quietly under a tree behind the house she'd grown up in. It was a beautiful, perfect summer day. It was so different than New York. It was a good different, of course, but different. She closed her eyes and let herself feel the air around her. The sun on her skin. She remembered the days she once lived for home. For Hawaii. She remembered leaving, how hard it had truly been on her to live somewhere else. To try and get used to somewhere else.
And yet...not a moment had passed of being there that she didn't think of New York. The sounds of the streets, the busy nights...Ben. Sure the family house, the town, was her home. It would always be her home.
But something she'd come to realize, to accept, in her time of being home...New York City was home. Ben was home. And even more...she missed him...and she was ready to go home.
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