In The Airport

Jan 04, 2009 22:51

Iv taken many flights from fl to TX and back but this last one hit me a little bit different.
I was flying home for the first time not out of my pocket but from my dear friend wanting to have me around when he graduated. I flew first class in my eyes for the first time in my life when i got home i did the usual i complicated things i was in the wrong place in the wrong time i missed my pick up cuz i was in the wrong spot. What i got out of it was alot of trouble and a new perspective of the incompentance of Home. When i was home i lost my wallet and my pride and worst i saw the horror of what had become of my family, my sisters were fine but my brothers were lost. Blame had be put one me i wasnt there i failed them but i didnt see that if i was their i couldnt have prevented it they grew up and chose their path even though would give my right arm to prevent it.
I realize this i cant blaim myself for the wrong they have done like i have for so long its not my fault they made their choice its not my fault but still i wonder.
I realize now after being gone so long my home is Houston always has been always will be im the fool for not realizing it.
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