I guess its kind of like my old house... my only real home

its a place I used to feel comfortable and right in, it fit me, and I was happy there. It was mine and it was something no one could take away from me... home, or so I thought.

and now its something far too sad to explain, its not mine, its out of reach, dark, its a memory, one that slowly is slipping away....




but I'm doing everything that I can to hang on