I’ve been home for far too long that I need the space.
Feeling constantly suffocated by the familiarity of it all.
Oh how I long for an adventurous lifestyle.
When did the fire die out?
It don’t seem to remember.
Maybe it’s because I also have become way too comfortable.
Oh how I mourn for the rebellious spirit inside me.
She wants to let out and set free.
Roaming the world without a care in the world.
It feels like forever since I’ve written my thoughts.
Oh how happy I am that I can finally express myself.
Words seem to bare the front of my conflicted soul.
When will the turmoil end?
Hopefully some time soon so that I can smile again.
I’ve been thinking of my future a lot these days.
It must surely mean that big things are coming my way.
I just hope that it won’t be too lonely a road.
Sometimes even I get tired of being home alone.