what happens with not a lot of sleep in my system ... i start to think.
home: a place you can go where you pick up where you left off last time you walked out the door. no matter what happened in between then and now- decisions you made, events that occured, things regretted (or not) ... no matter what struggles you may be facing in that other place that tries to compete with "real home", you can come back and love and be loved by people who may or may not know of stuff that went on / is going on, but really don't care because you're still the same person they tolerated before. sure, things have changed you in different ways, but at least your number hasn't changed in their address book, and that's all that matters when it comes to being around these folk. i let things take over when i'm "there", believing every decision will effect my entire life x a billion, but really that's not true. it wont effect these people back home. these people i come home to. these people i play frickin sardines and ping pong with until random hours of the night. that home i hope i never lose.
it's like nothing else i'll ever find.
and this feeling's like no other
I want you to know
I've never had someone that knows me like you do
the way you do
i've never had someone as good for me as you
no one like you
so lonely before i finally found ~ what i've been lookin for
so good to be seen, so good to be heard
don't have to say a word
for so long i was lost
so good to be found ....
doo doo doodoo
doo doo doodooo
woah - ah - ah - oh ....
lol ok i'll stop. that's an awful song, but it fit the moment somehow :o)