There’s no place like home.
If I click my sneakers together will I stay?
How homesick do you have to be before you get physically sick?
Sticks and stones may break my bones but razors leave scars forever.
This one from 14 years ago. I can still remember how much this one bled. Took hours to dry and stop.
It’s hard to stop when it feels so good. I’d say I haven’t since but I’d be lying. The ones from last week are just starting to go away.
I won’t this weekend. I’m home I can’t. I will be sleeping in my bed tonight. I will have my puppies with me tonight. It’s painful. But it’s home.
Home Sweet Home