Sep 2017
I could write about returning to the country of my birth, I could write about a place. I could write about the chilly air, i could write about the tiny house. I could...
...instead, write about returning home.
My home doesn't consist of rooms, no floor, no beds. No, my home had two blinking hazel eyes. My home had the purest heart. My home cannot be returned to. Dad, my home, please return to me.
"The world is not a wish granting factory" -TFIOS
If I could return home, father would welcome me in with his warm embrace. his glinting eyes would smile.
I sit here crying, wishing, hoping that one day I, like the rest of you, could return home.
They say in heaven, one blink to them is our lifetime. Dear father, please, blink.
...instead, write about returning home.
My home doesn't consist of rooms, no floor, no beds. No, my home had two blinking hazel eyes. My home had the purest heart. My home cannot be returned to. Dad, my home, please return to me.
"The world is not a wish granting factory" -TFIOS
If I could return home, father would welcome me in with his warm embrace. his glinting eyes would smile.
I sit here crying, wishing, hoping that one day I, like the rest of you, could return home.
They say in heaven, one blink to them is our lifetime. Dear father, please, blink.
Blink, blink
