Sometimes, when it's just one shot, or what you think is one shot, how do you continue to believe when you miss?
Lord, help me.
Tuesday, June 28, 2016
Thursday, June 09, 2016
What is home
It's the last day of the trip, and I wake up to an alarm blaring "Home!" on the screen.
Home. The place I head to at the end of every trip. The place I wanna leave the moment I touch down.
Maybe because it's the starting point of my next destination. Maybe because I won't know what to do if I miss the flight back. Maybe with a price tag on, the trip back must be made.
Where does home start, where does it end. My room, the house, the land, the airport? Familiarity. To know yourself by knowing the difference in others.
How many years. I still run.
Home. The place I head to at the end of every trip. The place I wanna leave the moment I touch down.
Maybe because it's the starting point of my next destination. Maybe because I won't know what to do if I miss the flight back. Maybe with a price tag on, the trip back must be made.
Where does home start, where does it end. My room, the house, the land, the airport? Familiarity. To know yourself by knowing the difference in others.
How many years. I still run.
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