What it means to leave a home that you’ve made for yourself,
is like a reluctant separation from a lover…
You never do fall out of love,-
Just out of reach.
Destiny, like the forces of nature, has made it so no matter what is in place already, it demands prominence with each new occurrence,
And you are accommodating,
For you are a mere mortal who has fleeting feelings
That no one else can feel
But we feel it all similarly.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 7:48 AM UTC
What it means to leave a home that you’ve made for yourself,
is like a reluctant separation from a lover…
You never do fall out of love,-
Just out of reach.
Destiny, like the forces of nature, has made it so no matter what is in place already, it demands prominence with each new occurrence,
And you are accommodating,
For you are a mere mortal who has fleeting feelings
That no one else can feel
But we feel it all similarly.
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