Take Me Back
Lately I've been so scattered. Home is a strange concept to me now. I come here, to the place I grew up, and I try to keep myself busy. It's almost like I avoid myself and it's so awkward because I've been defined by this place for almost my entire life; so avoiding myself is nearly impossible. I'm struggling to make words of it, but what I can say is that I went to my "place" my "peace" this weekend. "The Cabin"...the wonderful sanctuary where I feel like I can breath again. I'm different when I'm there. It's my addiction. I'm obsessed. I don't know what it is. We go out and I can walk there with my head up...not because I'm necessarily proud, but because I feel like this stronger person somehow. Who is that when I'm there? I want to adopt that girl and bring her with me everywhere. Maybe home isn't a place, but a feeling...