the blue and the solace

h o m e.

I have never been away from home for more than 2 months. I have it all memorized, the pattern on the headboard of my bed, the cold marble that I'd lie on, my bare skin feeling warm in a while. I remember tracing faces on the bumps of my ceiling. The pink coated walls of my room, how unconfining they seemed the day I left, like I could live within them forever, like I hadn't ever wanted to disappear from that very place. In my mind, I haven't left at all. But the thing about distance - you stray farther away every time you wish you were closer.
I've left my trails behind. When I return, I'll trace them back to the infinite memories I created there.