Home home home
So I'm home. I'm in a place I really thought I had come to detest. Home is beautiful; home is familiar; home is nurturing and comforting. It's clean and warm and refreshing. It impels me to rebuild myself. I can go anywhere I want. I can run errands. I can exist on my own terms. I am free to be, and to be happy.
All sadness stems from fear. I think that the fear is one of being forgotten. No one wants to be forgotten.
"We are awaken with the ax
Night of the Living Dead at last
They have begun to shake the dirt
Wiping their shoulders from the earth
I know, I know the nations past
I know, I know they rust at last
They tremble with the nervous thought
Of having been, at last, forgot"
- Sufjan Stevens
If I allow myself to be...well, myself, then those who care about and love me sincerely will know and remember me. Understanding that gives me enough satisfaction. I can work with that.
All sadness stems from fear. I think that the fear is one of being forgotten. No one wants to be forgotten.
"We are awaken with the ax
Night of the Living Dead at last
They have begun to shake the dirt
Wiping their shoulders from the earth
I know, I know the nations past
I know, I know they rust at last
They tremble with the nervous thought
Of having been, at last, forgot"
- Sufjan Stevens
If I allow myself to be...well, myself, then those who care about and love me sincerely will know and remember me. Understanding that gives me enough satisfaction. I can work with that.