Unspoken home.

The future awaits.
The long, head-aching days.
The joyfully bright, sunny days.
They’re all waiting to happen.

The twists and turns that life takes us on
Lead to a greater road that takes us home.

And the best part is we get to choose.
Who we love, how we feel, what we do.
It’s up to us to discover what makes our world spin.

And if we never do,
It will be okay.
Because home can be the future.
The comfort of the unknown.

Home.
Something we find, embrace, enjoy, forget, leave, but will always come back to.

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Aching.

Piece by piece, for hours and hours,
This pain eats away at my body.
My brain stops me from living.
I envy bright days and peaceful nights.
I’m a prisoner to my own mind.
Desperate for a cure.