I miss the light, the safety, the space. My brain takes me by the hand like an overly-excited child, pulling on my sleeves while pointing its finger at a random memory of that place, showing how eager it is for us to go there any time I’m in a s**t mental state or need clarity.
I miss my freedom I miss feeling home
Faeteeth · Sun Feb 24, 2019 @ 08:02pm · 0 Comments