I'm a million miles away smiling at a camera on the other side. I'm on the way to visit my heart in my home town and I'm so far out, it'd be impossible to reach me. I'm already gone, but maybe in 5 or 10 I'll be back again. I use to dream these stories if waking up here again, counting those very seconds til I'd be home again. But not I'm back and I still feel empty and I realize. That when I lay awake at night, biting on my lips to stop from letting out the tears. I think back to where you are in all of these and why you aren't here. To stop my rage and all those broken lines. To fight off all the hurt and tell me it'd be alright. To beat up anyone who broke my heart and hold me when I hit the floor. To stand me tall when I was so lost and insecure. To guide me back to find myself when I'm still gazing out on my journey back home.
© K
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