So far from home. Sometimes I feel like i’m the only cherry blossom left holding on to the branch, and everyone else has moved on with their lives without me.
Is currently existing, not living. I feel as though I am taking a very long vacation, and I’ll be home soon. I feel like i’m dreaming, and i’ll wake up anytime soon, although I know I’m not. Is it selfish for me to want things to be just the way they were when I left? I want the neighbor’s children to stay innocent children, the greenery to stay lush and untouched, and the people I miss so dearly to wait for my return.
Had a good talk with a friend last night and…
I realized that I should change the way i approach dating and relationships in general. Perhaps it’s time to wander out of my comfort zone, put myself out there and meet new people. The way I was doing things was just not practical (especially in this social climate) and not reciprocated at all anyway.
I miss
walking in the park near my house, playing with my neighbor’s children.
eating indian food with my hands at 2 o’clock in the morning.
seeing familiar faces every time I walk out the front door.
sharing laughs with my high school friends.
relatives telling me to eat more.
talking to my parents.
feeling loved.
home.
