dreaming of a place called home


You have no fucking clue how much my heart aches to be back there right now, all the time. No fucking clue. It hurts, physically and emotionally that I am not where I want to be. It hurts so much I’m in tears because the longing has once again drowned me, overwhelmed me. It hurts because it really is paradise and I love that place more than anything else. This is my happy place, and I want nothing more than to go back. Fuck it hurts. It really does. Because when I left, I think I left a part of me behind too.


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