we don't put our hands over our mouth
the initial instinct to disregard a possible emotion of being "homesick" is being fought off by the littlest voice in my head.
It's a hard thing for me to even fathom the thought of being homesick, since the things that made that town, my house, the friends and family -- into my home. Have all evaporated into nothingness, lighter than air. Not to say there aren't the select few i can still fall into as comfortably as my own bed, but many have gone as quickly as they came.
I remained an optimist of the world through hell and high water, quite the natural talent in myself if i do say. But now it's become a struggle to even find reasons to awaken my soul again.
It's a hard thing for me to even fathom the thought of being homesick, since the things that made that town, my house, the friends and family -- into my home. Have all evaporated into nothingness, lighter than air. Not to say there aren't the select few i can still fall into as comfortably as my own bed, but many have gone as quickly as they came.
I remained an optimist of the world through hell and high water, quite the natural talent in myself if i do say. But now it's become a struggle to even find reasons to awaken my soul again.