
No matter where we go,
we take ourselves
and our damage with us.
So is home
the place we run to,
or is it the place
we run from...
Only to hide out in places
where we're accepted,
unconditionally.
Places that feel
more like home to us...
Because we can finally be
who we are.
I should know better
than to count on the future
All you can ever believe in
is now...
This moment.
Because in a blink...
Everything can change.