/H O M E/

I could go to all the places in the world, see all the beautiful things there are to see. But at the end of the day, I will return to you. Home.
I could meet all the people with the liveliest of spirits and sweetest of words. But when I am tired, and I don't know what to do and my brain stops functioning and my heart feels like it's going to give up on me, I will return to you. Home.
I could talk to all those boys with the perfect brown eyes and hair which you feel like running your fingers through. But when my demons greet me alone at 3 am, and my lungs are going to explode and curse me for those cigarettes I spent all my money on and I can't breathe and I am dying, I will return to you. Home.
Even though I won't always be there and sometimes I am not the person I was the day before, I will return to you, regardless of whether you provide the shelter I desperately seek, or not.
I will return to you, every single day.
I will return to you, for you are what I need.
I will return to you, because you are home and after all, home, is where the heart is.