Without A Paddle

Amazon river drifting
Beyond my hopes uplifting
Alone in my banana boat
It's bananas how this thing can float.
Off to another island
The floods are coming run for high land.
Beyond your understanding
So here I am alone, standing.

Copy & Paste

Copyright this copyright that.
That belongs to me, you can't cop that.
This is not your home, just my "Welcome" mat,
So find a new abode you stray copy cat.

My name is Unique. Don't try to be me.
You couldn't even pass for me with my I.D.
So duplicate yourself into someone on TV
Get off of my back, you blood sucking flea.

I am one of a kind. A rare shooting star.
Try to understand, what's mine is not ours,
Steal from me, I won't put you behind bars
But I'll sure as Hell leave you with a few scars.

R.I.P.

Curiosity killed the cat and it will probably kill me too.
I'll drink to that as I enjoy my youth.
Call me reckless or a little naive.
Just living out the goal of being free.
So as I make my way to death
I savor my last breath.

I AM SO GONE

While everyone is left in tears
I'll be looking down and saying "cheers".
I had a good run, it was fun,
but now my time here is done.

Peace.

Kid at Heart :]

Where the Wild Things Are:
In my backyard.
It's a jungle out there
But I'm not scared of lions, and tigers, and bears.
I'm the adventurous girl swinging from vine to vine.
No care in the world because for me there is no time.
Up from dusk all the way to dawn,
Discovering new worlds (my neighbors front lawn!).
Queen of the jungle, Queen of the May,
or at least for right now I'm Queen of the day.

Who doesn't love to play pretend?

I Was Mistaken

Recycle. Reuse. I refuse.
I will live my life not a reproduction of yours.
These curses may be passed down the generations
But I am a woman of my own nation.
Hence, I am my own.

I am on my own.
Youth was wasted on my absent innocence.
I am still a child in a sense.
But my coming of age takes precedence.
I have grown.

I am grown.
I am an individual thinking machine with many curiosities.
I climb trees to get a better view and see what I see
And then I continue to Fall like leaves.
But that's just me.

"Yeah, me being me."

I Just Want To Have FUN!

You talking funny. I'm talking money. Watch it multiply like bunnies. Count the (money) rolls like I'm chubby. Now that's what I call funny.

PALABRA!

Beat=Heart Beat

I'm a writer, I'm a fighter, words are my weapon,
The art of expression is my new profession.
Never at a loss for words I sleep with a dictionary under my head
I'll have you at "hello" and hold you forever till I'm dead.
Talk is cheap but speech is free
No spending limits, I'm on a talking spree.
And if you can't hear what I'm saying
I'll sign it so you can see what I'm portraying
So read my lips and feel my fingertips
Take this tip: clean out your ears with some Q-tips.
Sound check. Can you hear me better?
These rhymes are hot, so take off your sweater.
Oh you still sweating?
I'm unrelenting.
It's just round one I'm not close to done,
So get comfy, warm your buns while I have some fun.
Blah-blah-blah call it word vomit,
I'm sick with this, can't stop it.
So ill, I'm beyond a doctor,
Just pop some pills, I think we lost her.
The beat flat lined, time to revive
This piece is LIVE, and I didn't even have to try...

"Don't Hold Your Breath"

Oh trust me I won't. I'll just stop breathing. I'll wait forever. Fathom that. As I turn blue my thought turn to you. Death is overwhelming me but it was going to arrive now or later. So I'll see you later as I wait forever.

You can't always get what you want. But you can sure as Hell try.

It's impossible to loose you
Because I never had you,
Although I would be glad to.
I want you
FOREVER LIKE A TATTOO.
So can I have you?

Please?

Picture Pefect

Picture it perfect. Can't get a grip on the image. I find old pictures of us. I choose to rip them up. Not because the memories were bad, I just want to free my picture frames from all the fake smiles. The frames stay empty for now, but I picture great things to be harbored behind the glass. Possible places I will visit, new friends I will make, new loves I will have. Whatever frozen piece of time I choose, just know that I am moving forward. Nothing personal my friend.

Feng Shui

"Breaking up with a guy is like rearranging furniture. It looks like shit at first, but over time it begins to look great. And it is then that you realize it was all worth it."

As we move the bed from this side of the room to the other
We discover old pictures of past lovers.
TRASH THAT SUCKA SUCKAAAA!
We take down notes and photos off the wall to make more space.
Pictures of all things moose are put up to take it's place.
The lava lamp that never got to shine will now have life
and the dark side of the room will now have light.
We clean up the dust and shine up the mirrors
Now we can feel clean and see ourselves clearer.
The room feels brand new. It has a new energy.
Change is good but it's just not for me.
I like my room just the way it is...
FUHQED UP.

I'm begining to feel like my room is a metaphor to my life.
Well ain't that crap...

Eart to Earth, Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust

As I rise from the ashes of all things long forgotten
I leave behind my past which was long gone rotten.
I turned over a new leaf which turned into Spring
I dreamed like a child but things ain't always what they seem.
The wind blows and the ashes are stirred into the air.
Can't seem to escape this prison, this never ending nightmare.
Dust to dust another one bites it.
Lost the battle when I tried to fight it.
So smother me slowly if you truly please,
Just realise that these ashes will soon have me released.

I am a phoenix.
From the ashes I rise.

Doctor Doctor.

The silence echoes in the hallways.
It's so cold outside not even the kids will come out and play.
Can't even make my words play today.
Can't even express what I want to say.
So doctor, doctor give me them drugs.
The uppers, the downers, or all the above.
I'm just dying to feel that buzz,
Because I'm all alone beating out my living room rug.
Pop one, pop two, aww hell down the whole bottle.
Get to death faster like I'm going full throttle.
I'm so far gone it's too late to remodel,
Because fighting off gravity is beyond impossible.
So down into the dark I wander.
Am I dead yet? I stop to ponder.
Probably not because I have yet to see a light out yonder.
So I take another breath to squander.
Mmm yeah. I've never felt so good.
In my own world. My own neck of the woods.
A place where I will never be misunderstood.
A world where there is sunshine, not darkness that broods.
So let me dwell in the abyss of my mind.
I'm just trying to find a place for my insecurities to hide,
And to discover that place where no one will ever find
All the secrets I have confined.

Why yes doctor, I am a mental case. I guess you'll be seeing more of me now won't ya?

If I Had A Man (LOL)

Hey baby, tonight is our night. My treat.
I'm going to take you out to eat.
You know my wallet is tight.
So keep it on the dollar menu, yeah the section on the right.
No drink for you just a watter cup.
Free refills so go ahead and fill her up.
I got more planned for us tonight, don't doubt.
Dinner and a movie is what I'm about.
But you know my wallet is tight.
Red Box. Dollar movie rental just for one night.
So go ahead and pick out the perfect flick.
Good choice. I really like the movie Hitch.
Did and done. Let's go to my place.
Hop on the public bus and let's leave without a trace.
I'll set the mood and set it right.
I know it's dark baby I couldn't pay for my lights.
But don't worry. I always have a plan.
There's a portable DVD player in my mom's mini-van.
A drive through movie with no need to wait
And no need for popcorn because we just ate.
THE PERFECT DATE.

Do You Feel What I Feel?

I'd hate to be the one that's like "Oh baby baby"
Pushing you further away and making you hate me.
But it seems you've been out there lately.
Head over heels I'm falling, someone save me.

Too late.

I'll pick my battles and this one is mine.
I wont deny myself something good this time.
Because when I see something good I know it's prime.
I deserve a good thing. Something sublime.

So watch and observe as she fights for what she wants
and if she goes home a loser well that's what the Lord wants.
But that happy ending is something that always taunts.
And the huge possibility of failure is something that surely flaunts.

But putting fears aside,
I'm ready to take that dive,
and let whatever comes up against me collide,
because my feelings for you will not easily subside.

I told you I was "Bananas" for you once and I'll say it forever more,
You are the one that I want and truly adore,
And there's something about you that strikes my core,
Can we talk it out now so I can learn more?

A second of your time. A penny for your thoughts.
Am I even something that you would ever want?

Oh The Memories...

I'm frustrated. It's like I'm talking with a wall and trying to enjoy it.
Things ain't the same and there's no way for me to ignore it.
I'm so ready to go back to the basics before it.
But you seem to retort it.

Damn. I can't stand to loose something so good so fast.
I'm desperately trying to make this good thing last.
So work with me here as I sift through the past.
So we can catch up and keep this thing intact.

Work with me. Please. I'm begging you.
I love you. You know it. It's true.
People like you are just so few.
So lets backtrack and hit RE-DO.

Re-Boot.

Hey there. Remember me? Yeah that's me!
We still tight? Hell yeah, tight as can be.
Can we talk? Yep. On the phone till 3.
And fall asleep and dance in eachother's dreams.

Just the way things used to be.
You and me.
Free.

Bleed. Read. Enjoy.

You'll never guess what I found on my sleeve,
My heart, leaving me with an empty chest cavity.
Some would say I was heartless, but I'd have to disagree,
I'm just sharing what I'm feeling. Me being me.

It's like a pen couldn't even bleed what I feel.
I'd write in my own blood but I don't know if I could heal.
I just want you to see what I could never fully reveal.
The idea is ideal but the process is unreal. Simply surreal.

No brush could paint the picture, but an artist sure can.
Be prepared for what you're about to see because I have the brush in my hand.
Adding color to my picture which turns out to be a wasteland.
A place of loneliness, across the universe it seemed to span.

As I fill my empty cup with sorrow,
I pour it out with better hopes for tomorrow.
For now, I'll have to find a smile to borrow.
"It's easy to fake it" that seems to be my new motto.

I'm a liar, I'm a fake, whatever title you want to give.
I just didn't want your pity, that was my only motive.
I didn't want to answer questions so I remained passive.
But the truth is I'm not okay, I just want to live.

It's amazing how far I fell from where I needed to be.
I thank God that He picked me up and taught me how to laugh and be free.
With my heart on my sleeve and joy in my life that everyone could see.
I continue to be me. Yeah. Me being me.

Excuse Me While I Piss The Sky

This isn't Purple Haze
so put your lighters away.

Kiss the sky
some other time.

The world is a dog eat dog place
giving no one a piece of grace.

Everyone is too concerned about saving face.
Well shave your face

you look like garbage.

Your breath smells like it too
but that's because all you do

is talk trash.
Talk is cheap so don't expect cash.

But who am I to talk?
I'd rather walk.

Because I know I can
and you can't.

I've got no strings attached
so go do your dance little puppet man.

Fake.
All of you.

Poetic Tragedy (Greek Tragedy Response-ish)

She was a tragedy,
Nothing beautiful about it.
She used to write off the world but now she just typed it.
Said what needed to be said whether they hated it or liked it.

Little notes of quips and quirks,
Black and blue could be seen on her inked palms,
She dropped rhymes like they dropped bombs,
Words smoothed out her lips like Carmex lip balm.

The tragedy of Greece was another world away
Everything about her had changed except her scheme
A-B-B-B / C-D-D-D
She was high...on everything but self-esteem

Sticks and stones ripped her,
Her worst critics used to be her best friends
She was all alone, hiding in the crowd, trying to blend.
She was just another tragedy, searching for her inspiration, her real friend...

Heart Song

As I cry goodbye, I know it's not for the last time, and yet I worry this is the end of our story. No beat, no rhyme can describe what I feel inside. Somewhere between Heaven and Hell, a place where my soul seems to dwell. Ups and downs spin my head round and round, don't know where I'm going I can't even find my ground. The meaning of this song to you and then to I won't be the same but I know you can still feel the pain. My love is all I want to give but nightmares live where you live. And I feel so helpless when I see you fall because I know I'm going to try and catch you but I'm tied down, hands and all. And not to say I won't help you, rather I can't. All I can do is pray like a religious chant. Hoping that you find a warm place to spend the night and that healing will come after that one fight. Sending down my guardian angel to protect you and asking God to do nothing but bless you. You asked me not to worry because the world is your playground. And like you said, like a stray cat, you'll always come back around.

To Be Continued...

You wouldn't believe what was on my sleeve.
My heart, leaving me with an empty chest cavity.

And then I got stuck. Shame. This line has lots of potential...
I hope to finish it with a bang, if I can manage that much.

Father-Daughter Dance

He pressed His thumb to the inside of my palm,
He didn't seem to be anxious, rather completely calm.
"I haven't danced in a while, I might trip and fall."
He said "Don't worry, let me lead, and I'll handle it all."
Nervous at first, I fell in step,
Looked into my Father's eyes and lost my breath.
Pupils of love and Irises of kindness.
He was someone to fear, but in His presence I was fearless.
A smile parted his lips and Joy shined through,
Where darkness consumed, He now lit up the room.
As lives were wilting He encouraged them to bloom.
And I, this freshly plucked flower
Began to realize my own power,
Through the Tower of Strength that danced with me now,
Through His unending love that He avowed.
A perfect night under the gleaming stars,
An unforgettable moment that sent me soaring past Mars,
A dance with my Father to a never ending song,
A relationship with my God that is so powerfully strong.

Big Baby

Time to face the music.
Fear has nothing to do with it.
Just another excuse to stay in the safe zone,
Rather than conquering the fear of being alone.
One more flaw about me to add to the list.
You're still reading? I'm surprised you haven't quit.
I'm astonished people actually put up with the way that I am.
It's as if at any second they'll can me like Spam.
And if they did, I think I'd understand.

Damn.

Peace, Love, & Unoriginality

I am me.
I am not you.
You are you.
So you do you.
And I'll do me.
I am me,
So let me be.
Let it be.

You are a robot. With universal parts and programing. I am nothing like you. Truly original and unique. You can either deal with me as I am or leave me be. To be quite frank, the last thing I want to do is fit in. I would prefer to stand out and be alone, rather than blend in and be surrounded by people who only accept me for the image they want to see. Take it or leave it...

Forever. Like a Tattoo.

1264.5 miles.
I can get to you in many different styles.
I got cars, planes, and trains.
If I had to I'd even walk the terrain.
Rain or shine I'd be on my way.
Standing outside your window asking if you can come out and play.
Now I'm no creeper, so don't fear the reaper.
I'm just your biggest fan cheering you on from the bleachers.
And I may not be a master in geography
But being so far from you is causing me atrophy
And not to say my body is whithering,
Rather me missing and reminiscing
On the good times we shared,
And how ironic it was that you and I got paired.
I smiled tens times more than usual,
And I did and said things that were unusual.
But you played it cool and I thought that was cool
You said I ruled like a bully in school.
I accepted that line in silence,
But we all knew that when it came to ruling you were the true tyrant.
I can't help saying "OOOOOO" to that last line,
Because I knew you might too if you had read that rhyme.
And I thank God for telephone towers,
Because I know you'll call me before your shower,
And I'll remind you to wash behind your ears,
Picturing you smiling from ear to ear.
Waiting like a statue for the next call,
So I can ask more questions about you instead of an eight-ball.
I had to say "OOOOOO" one more time.
I promise that's the last time...
for now...
I miss you kid and that I can certainly avow.
I wish I could reach you, kiss you, hug you, maybe play with a locke of your hair.
This distance is cruel, unusual, and just not fair.
But I got cars, planes, and trains
Good shoes to walk the terrain.
And the will power to get me to you
Because I want you forever like a tattoo.

I'm sorry I keep writing about how I feel for you,
I'm not trying to scare you off, just trying to get a feel for you.
Not trying to smother you with feelings,
Just expressing what I'm feeling.
I promise this is the last time...
For now...

Spoken. Word.

I was an outcast that was pushed out to sea,
I never really fit in so everyone rejected me,
All because I walked, talked, and dressed differently,
they were all a bunch of haters just to put it simply.

So I rowed, rowed, rowed my boat down the gentle stream
And I did so with a smile on my face ever so merrily.
Life was but a dream,
A nightmare scene.

You see, in a world of robots I was a flobot,
Trying to loosen their screws and nuts
So they could loosen up and go nuts
But I was fresh out of luck.

It was just me, myself, and my rhymes,
And whatever came out of my mind
To fill the next line.
Working at all I had until it was prime
Because I wanted my work to shine.

It wasn't until a go-bot
Heard that what I wrote was hot.
He said "show me what you got".
Everything seemed to work out like a fictional plot.

He liked my rhymes
But there was no contract with a dotted line
And a place to sign,
Just some goodbye words of "maybe next time".

Stupid me couldn't flow to a beat.
They wanted hip-hop material not someone that could only speak.
So I dragged my feet
Down the busy street
Accepting my defeat.
On to the next thing.

I had a collection of poems I wanted in a book.
I asked my English teacher to take a look.
She clicked her teeth and her head shook,
"This can never be published" and that's the last straw I took.

"Why not? What's the deal? I write good stuff.
Do you not want to support my work and dirty your cuffs?
She said "This poetry will never sell, listen to me and trust.
This will never get published and that's no bluff".

I stormed out of her classroom
Into a state of gloom
Towards a place of doom
But I was giving up too soon.
Time for something new.

It was just the mic and the stage,
An affair I was willing to engage.
This spoken word craze
Sounded like fair trade.

I stepped up with shaking hands,
Put my papers on the music stand,
Realized how this was all so unplanned,
And went into my own little la-la land.

The microphone was cold as ice.
The audience was quiet as mice.
I cleared my throat twice
And my voice began to entice.

Before I knew it, it was over and all I heard was snaps.
They eventually transformed into claps.
I got pats on my back,
Suggestions to make a track,
And get paid fat,
This and that.

It was so new,
Being accepted by this crew,
And only after my first debut.
All of this was long over-due.
I loved it, it was contagious like the flu.
I wanted more, this was just the preview.
I wasn't moving on just yet, this was too good to be true.

So I rowed, rowed, rowed my boat down the gentle stream,
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, living out my dream...

I remember today,

It was story time in 4th grade.
Roll of Thunder Hear My Cry.
My teacher read it to us with red eyes.
No one told us, we were "too young to know".
But the news reels continued to flow...

8-9-2009/Bring It

You say you watin like a, talkin like a, actin like a fool but I'm the one trippin out like it's my first day of school. I waited and waited to meet someone so real and someone that could flow about all that they feel. And I finally got to meet this mystery man because what he didn't know was I was his biggest fan. You see, I would snap for him until my fingers were raw because I thought he could spit without a single flaw and he spilled his heart out without the need for applaud because his words meant more and were for a bigger cause. And I respect all he has to say in hopes of kickin it someday. I hoped I could show my affection in some secret way. But the obvious is known it's even a case too easy for Sherlock Holmes. So let's get out of here and run. We can be "iron like a lion in Zion". And your feet ain't the only thing skippin because I swear my heart is flippin, but that might be from the jog or I could be plain wrong. So let's just see where these street lights lead because all I want to do is breathe...

Last night I spent about three hours staring at the ceiling. Just thinking. And I really hate when my mind gets ahead of me and almost controls me. As Much as I would like to fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow, I can't. And after last night...and everything that was said...it wasn't a surprise that all these thoughts were running through my mind. I was tempted to get up and take some medicine to help me sleep, but where things were left off, it all needed to be resolved right then and there. So I just stared at the ceiling all night, until sleep finally enveloped me. And then I dreampt about everything I was thinking about until I was awoken. And then I thought about my dreams while I was getting ready for the new day. And at this very moment I am thinking about it all. Just thinking. Just hoping. Day dreaming.

And I can honestly say I'm scared.
But I can also say I'm ready for whatever comes next.

Bring it sucka.

Dark Corners

Chains.
Bound hands and feet.
No sound except my heart beat.
Scared of whats around the corner so I creep.
Locked in a cage, call me Dead Meat.
Chains.
Such a heavy burden.
For these cuffs I was chosen.
Elected by my inner demon.
Whispering lies in my ears like a heathen.
Chains.
Clanging together like church bells.
They welcome me into my personal Hell.
The place I so often dwell.
Can't escape, this place has me under a spell.
Chains.
Untie me, unhand me, set me free.
I want to live instead of this banality.
My attempt to escape may be the death of me.
But the fight for freedom is never easy.
Chains.
Will no longer restrain.
Me.
FREE.

That New New

I’m glad to hear you have an opinion
But don’t mistake me for your minion
It’s a shame the new me doesn’t suit you
And that you miss the girl you were used to
Well the old me is dead and gone
And you can keep repeating that like the chorus of a song
The old me is dead and gone
The old me is dead and gone

I may appear the same but inside is where I changed
Spent most of my life playing a childish game
Made many mistakes with only myself to blame
I was a transformer
Could morph into whatever the world would prefer
I played my part well like a hefty paid actor
Just did what I had to do to make the roster

It wasn’t until I looked in the mirror
And saw myself a little more clearer
That I called out to God “Draw me nearer”
"Wrap your arms around me Lord, draw me nearer."
He helped me back on my feet
He gave me something solid to walk on, concrete
He gave me joy so my life could be upbeat
He gave me strength so I could beat the heat.

So take a look at me now
Do I blend in or stand out in the crowd?
Is my voice unheard or does it echo loud?
Do I make God ashamed or do I make him proud?
I stand out.
I stand up.
I stand fulfilled.

The new me is alive and well.

My Lullaby

I was sad not to hear your voice tonight, but the very thought of you makes my heart take flight. And I may be a silly girl that's fallen for a silly boy, but all I wanted was a conversation that I could enjoy. Now I'm not trying to bring everyone down, it's just there's something about your voice that's an addictive sound. Sometimes I'd like to be clingy and talk to you 24-7, but that'd be Hell for you and for me pure Heaven. Don't get me wrong, I'm not one of those psycho chicks, but I've fallen head over heels into a pile of bliss. So I guess you could say I'm not in my right mind, but I'm sane enough to know that you're one of a kind. So when you get a chance, dial my number because the last thing I want to hear is your voice before I slumber.

Las Pequeñas Cosas

It's the little things in life that make me smile.
The faith of a child,
listening to a good song you haven't heard in a while,
finding that one missing sock in the laundry pile,
never knowing what tomorrow has to bring,
discovering 20 dollars in an old pair of jeans,
accomplishing something together as a team,
realizing the perfect day was real, not a dream,
staying up late to look at the stars,
realizing that boys aren't really from Mars,
getting closer and closer to that fancy car,
being crazy and playing air guitar,
making up a secret handshake,
standing outside with your mouth open to catch a snow flake,
eating three huge slices of chocolate cake,
taking unexpected study breaks,
getting a letter from an old friend,
doing nothing but sleeping late on the weekend,
dressing up like a princess and playing pretend,
getting a fresh style and starting a new trend,
buy one get one free,
remembering something from the past briefly,
getting sick from eating too much candy,
returning home from a trip safely,
taking a belly dancing class,
seeing someone pick up trash,
watching my little cousin grow up fast,
he's even proud of his little mustache.

It's the little things that people don't even care for,
but it's the little things that I adore,
because it was all something I never noticed before,
until one day a small thing shook my core,
after that I simply demanded more,
I promised myself I'd open my eyes and never ignore,
instead open my mind and begin to explore,
I applaud the little things and demand an encore.

Bananas

I'm crazy! Crazy for you.
I'm not trying to sound corny, but it's true.
I get caught in daydreams about us.
I snap out of it when I realize my cheeks are blushed.
I wish your hand was always entwined with mine,
and I wish I could always know what was on your mind.
Sometimes I wonder what we could be.
But the future being unknown makes everything hazy.
And there are times that I feel scared,
because there are things I want to tell you that I've never shared,
and there are places I want to take you where explorers have never dared,
and there are barriers I want you to help me destroy that have been spared.
Now that I think about it, maybe you should be the one that's scared.
Putting fears aside,
I'm ready to take that dive,
and let whatever comes up against me collide,
because my feelings for you will not easily subside.
And what makes this all crazy is how little about you I know.
How little about me you know.
And I may be out of the box,
but the unknown is what makes this rock,
because while others see a sand lot,
I see a sand box.

Just For Fun

I’ve got the first day of school jitters.
Thinking of skipping out but I’m no quitter.
Hard hitter, straight spitter,
Making the rules like Bob Ditter.

Schemed outfit. Lookin clean, lookin fresh.
Sitting in the front row, the teachers are impressed.
Leaving them other kids in the dust, they feeling depressed.
Taking today as my own with no regrets.

I’ll straight up run these halls.
Write my name on every bathroom stall.
Make all the important calls.
Turn this cake upside down from wall to wall.

And this is just the first day of more to come.
These kids running scared like a pig from a gun.
But I’m just here to have fun,
So get comfy and warm your buns.

"Welcome Back"

Home.
It feels strange.
Probably because nothing has changed.
The bed sheets still smell like lavender.
It's still June according to my calendar.
Even though everything seems the same,dust has gathered on my picture frames.
The air smells stale,and my desktop is over flowing with mail.
My books have been moved,
and I think I'm missing a pair of shoes.
Everything seems foreign and cluttered.
I guess the best I can do is ignore it.
I'm a stranger in my own house.
The walls are silent, I wish they'd shout.
Maybe I should sleep in the guest bedroom for a while.
At least until I no longer feel like a lost child.
Let's just say I never unpacked my suitcase.
Just roamed the world like I owned the place.
I could live with that.
You see, this house doesn't feel like home because...
It never was.

Home.