"For what seems to be the first time in my life,
I pray to God that I'm not right.
What is my life without your light?"
It's so surreal, like winter is all I've ever known. This doubt is colder than the ice you helped me walk over. How blessed was I to have been graced with your presence. I don't think you ever truly understood how much I needed you or why.
Waves of you pass through my mind indefinitely. Your eyes are skies in which I see the future. Warm touches tease my skin. You are the ground beneath a weary dreamer. As I walk along the coast it seems my destination changes with ever foot step. Home is here, home is you.
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Living between houses made me realize that home is not a place, but a state of being. Sometimes that feeling is only found in certain people. I don't feel the need to justify my thoughts, though I won't assume you'll understand. Through all the stories I tell, I get the farthest by saying the least. Communication isn't always necessary. I found out that sometimes, no response is the best response.
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