&& I’ve been waiting to come home…
“Not going home is already like death.”
-E. Catherine Tobler
“Home is where the heart is.” as the old saying goes. But what if your heart resides with another person? That would make your home with that person…not exactly a concrete place that you could simply visit any day. Hence my issue here. My heart lies with Brown…and I am only home when he is with me. Even now…he has just left and my chest aches from emptiness. And my…delightful…grandmother said he couldn’t stop by after his rehearsal. Her reasons: 1)”You need more sleep.” 2)”You need to work on your room.” My thoughts: Neither is going to happen. I will actually sleep worse because Brown isn’t here…and I’m not cleaning my damn room. Fuck that. I’m almost 18 years old…she can suck a dick.
But..since home is with Brown…do I ever come home? Or does home come to me? I wish I would come home for good…
~Svartana
