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
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Every picture tells a story, sometimes we don't like the ending
sometimes we don't understand it.
sometimes we don't understand it.
