The beauty behind the madness.

Otherside.

It was only yesterday, a couple hours, a thousand minutes, a million seconds ago. It didn't matter how far I went, how lost I was, how clueless I was, I was with you, I always called it "home". A home, there was windows everywhere but we always admired the beauty inside us. Doors, but I rather get lost in your eyes. A bed that we used to stay up endlessly to talk about our future. Now I sleep on the couch and worship the bed because it contains your smell. Now I have nowhere to call home. I used to be inside one, I guess now I'm on the outside begging you to let me in. I'm just an outsider.

- J.N