I know they say you cant go home again.
I just had to come back one last time.
You leave home, you move on and you do the best you can.
I got lost in this whole world and forgot who I am.
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it,
this brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here its like I’m someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself.
If I could walk around, I swear I’ll leave.
… Just let me in.
This town is definitely haunted. Old lovers, ex-boyfriends, anyone you have unresolved issues with; you are bound to run into again and again until you resolve them.
The odds of bumping into the one who broke your heart are incredibly high. The odds of you bumping into them while looking like shit are even higher.
Which gets me to thinking … If you love someone and you breakup, where does the love go? Does it linger, infest, or simply slowly dissolve into oblivion upon distraction?
So when people leave, I’ve learned the secret: let them. Because, most of the time, they have to. Let them walk away and go places. Let them have adventures in the wild without you. Let them travel the world and explore life beyond a horizon that you exist in. And know, deep down, that heroes aren’t qualified by their capacity to stay but by their decision to return.
Between my daughter, my dogs, and my husband – I AM EXHAUSTED. I apologize for taking a year off – you know how things go. I have all kinds of content in the queue, ready for consumption.