I am home, finally. But yet, this home that I am in feels lonely. Might it be the home, or might it be me? Am I still incomplete? Will I ever get these questions of mine answered?
Today, this hour, this minute, this second; I still feel hopeless. I thought maybe if I mend things with my mother, I would heal. I healed, but not completely.
I strongly believe that it will take a great deal of time for me to feel whole again. Maybe that day will come when I have a family to call my own. But for now, I'll keep searching for that whole feeling.
