Eponymous

[brennie]

I used to do this often...

Lock myself away in my room and listen to music.
I did it here,
in the very same place.
Then I did it in a comfortable living room,
that had the stains of a ghost.
Then I moved on to another apartment,
another living room,
and eventually another ghost.

Now I sit in the orginal room,
the one that was mine and mine alone.
No stains, no ghosts...

In a strange way this gives me peace.

Though I'm ready to move on,
there is no place like home.