I didn't realize how much I missed the sounds of a busy road.
Cars rushing past,
Swish, swish,
Swish, swish.

It was comforting to listen to as I slept,
Like how others enjoy the pitter patter of rain.
Might just be preferred childhood habits,
Who knows?

I think I missed feeling closer to home too.
Even though I was so sure I could always live without them,
Maybe..
I was wrong.

They were full of expectation,
Harsh opinions that sometimes stabbed like knives when they came out,
And they didn't ever really see the way I'd wince at the papercuts.
The subtle sting left afterwards.

Yet, I needed them like they preached their need for me and I guess I can say...
I
Love
Them.

Sometimes blood isn't always thicker than water
But water is a simple drink that passes through you,
And blood,  
Stays.
Blood runs in your veins.