A home for wayward souls.
I understand needing someone to talk to. I understand needing to be someplace other than where you are. I understand the need to have people around even if you don't end up doing anything. I understand looking for something and finding it in the strangest places. I understand looking but not knowing what you seek. I understand fucked up relationships. I understand falling head over heels with someone that barely says hello to you. The point is, these things happen.
When they do, when your soul is set adrift, my home is open. No questions asked (well I'm likely to ask, but you don't have to answer). I have an extra couch, I have an extra room, I have a fireplace and hot tea. I will always listen, and sleep is over-rated anyways.
When they do, when your soul is set adrift, my home is open. No questions asked (well I'm likely to ask, but you don't have to answer). I have an extra couch, I have an extra room, I have a fireplace and hot tea. I will always listen, and sleep is over-rated anyways.