Home.
Is this really home? Maybe. I woke up today and within 10 minutes I was crying. So much pent up, unspoken and ignored emotions bubbling and boiling.
Then the kettle started whistling.
It's as if the world kept on turning while I was standing still and I just realized that nobody was standing with me and the world kept turning and tilting and revolving. As soon as I looked up, people got older, people changed, people found and people lost.
They say "people come and people go. People stay because people choose." I wish someone had told me that I could choose to leave.
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"I told him that there was always freedom, even the ultimate freedom. The freedom to leave. You don't have to stay anywhere forever."
Lucifer to Delirium, The Kindly Ones, Neil Gaiman
I am Fickle Cattle.
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