Finding Jack||j.g

~26~

Jack

Have you ever felt so lost. So lost you don't even know which direction is home.

Your mind is so foggy you can't even remember what you want.

But you continue to squint your eyes and continue walking into the fog.

But when I got to my destination, it wasn't home, it was my new home.

My old home was warmer, loving, caring, friendly. But I also felt unwanted.

But here was comfortable, cozy, I felt wanted. I felt like I found my home. Even though I know this was not home, I wanted it to be though.

It feels like it, it really does, but deep in my gut I miss the warmth, the caring home that took me in when I needed a place.

But it's also fine to just move, right?

New starts happen.

More adventures to be explored.

Home.

I love my home, I love it so much sometimes I love it too much.

But I also love this home.

My old one is being occupied by someone that will never be me.

It's sucks.

Actually it breaks my heart.

To know someone else will be sleeping in my bed.

Someone else loving the house structure.

Someone else loving the house, maybe even more than me.

But I will still continue to love it.

It's my home, but someone else has my keys.

If home is where my heart is, then my home is where you are.

But I know it's time to go.

So I turn, and walk away from the house that still has its doors open for me, I want to step foot in the house, but I also know it still won't want me.

So I'll turn, and walk to my new home. My cold, but wanting home.
///
Short but I'll update soon