Home
What is home? When you're a child home is the place you go to sleep each night, the backyard you run around in, laughing, crying, new accomplishments each day. So when does that all change? When did home turn into the place you can't sleep at night, backyard just overgrown weeds? When did your laughter turn to tears and your tears turn to screams? When did your accomplishments turn into just being able to drag yourself out of bed each morning? When did home stop referring to a place?
This is so cliché, ugh. I just can't write for some reason, I'M SORRY I'll try tomorrow
YOU ARE READING
Watching By The Moonlight For A Dark Red Love Knot
PoetrySome are slightly depressing, others not so much. I just like to write poetry. (The title is a reference to Alfred Noyse's "The Highwayman")
