I kind of wish I hadn't come home.
Its distressing.
Its traumatizing.
Since home doesn't feel like home.
It feels as though I've been in a coma and suddenly someone wakes me up.
I remember everything and everyone, but it isn't the same.
Its like you're walking through a photograph.
You remember it. But it isn't yours anymore.
But I suppose there's only one month until I can fix all of this.
I can be woken up from my coma and begin to fix my life.
My life here.
Its distressing.
Its traumatizing.
Since home doesn't feel like home.
It feels as though I've been in a coma and suddenly someone wakes me up.
I remember everything and everyone, but it isn't the same.
Its like you're walking through a photograph.
You remember it. But it isn't yours anymore.
But I suppose there's only one month until I can fix all of this.
I can be woken up from my coma and begin to fix my life.
My life here.
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