just want to feel at home. Maybe it's just a feeling inside but no matter where I go I can't find it. Maybe I lost it the day I lost you. Maybe I lost it the day I lost myself. Maybe it was never there to begin with. I don't belong, I want to feel comfortable inside my vessel and know that I am excepted, I want to stop chasing said exceptence, but I go so fast as I search and I feel grass softy flatten under my feet as I stomp on it in return. Running to find a place where I can be me so freely and not care. A place where I am content in others thoughts on the way I was created. But I run and I run and I am still running. All I see fields stacked back to back no shelter for safety no air that rejuvenates my soul. Home is in the ones who love me, not the ones I love.
