"I want to go home."
We underestimate the meaning of that phrase.
A phrase said by children so small it's considered childish.
What a small statement full of such power.
I've never understood the depth of it until now.
Home is the people who love you in spite of your shortcomings.
That is what home feels like--complete acceptance.
"I want to go home" really just translates to "I need to feel loved."
And that is not childish, in fact that is a simple truth not everyone is strong enough to speak.
I'm empty on my life's journey.
It's time to fill up.
And home, well home has the good stuff.
Today's insight brought to you by heartbreak and homesickness
I much prefer it when it rains;
theres much less pressure on the day.
It makes me feel like it's alright,
to waste a day alone inside
and wrap myself up in a blanket,
shut out the world. To be quite frank it,
hardly makes a lot of sense;
sometimes, I just don't help myself.
Look far and wide for some excuse,
roll left and right, avoid the truth;
rip it all up to start anew,
as often restless minds will do.
where is your heart
where is your home
where is your love
and once again i fall slowly
light as a feather
gravitating to the river
to be washed away
by the peaceful flow
Cold breaths brush between
Morning's shining strands, waving;
Autumn smiles — warm, sad.
Counting down my days,
nights painted bright with color;
silk river, Time flows...
Where does the sun go,
When he’s not in the sky.
Does the moon know,
Or does she just cry?