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It took some control whilst I was gone to contain myself as I made a point of it not to take my computer home with me.
Once upon a time, home was a place where warmth and comfort had always and would always exist. A place where feeling safe was never questioned and to some extent able to be myself.
allowing myself to breathe and grow independently,
When I return it feels just short of claustrophobic.
my old, dusty, torn and weathered mask.
see all of my flaws and endless imperfections.
and ridiculously underwhelmed by the conversations that cease to exist.
It takes thirteen words for my brother and I to catch up on the last 5 months of not seeing each other.
I cannot help but wonder, what it means to define a family.
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