Home
Though the days felt like dreams, my eyes were blurred with the haze of reality. I couldn't see passed the mirrored reflections of passed nightmares and uncertain futures. I desperately wanted to escape from it, but at the same time I clung to it. Trapped in a place in between as I was, I failed to realize that it was already crumbling away.
My eyes refuse to see it.
I don't know what is "home". This is not "home", but surely That is not "home". I wish it was, but its not.
My dreams of what "home" should be, will never be
more than the nightmare it is.
But, maybe...
Someday, Ill find the home I've been dreaming about.