Do you ever lay in bed at night at home, but still wish you could go home?

The etched stands of sentimentality softly delivers us from the bitterest separations in life to optimize the mind for the forward journey. The less you indulge it the more hard and faster your life goes by.

And the more you indulge it the more patience you have to adapt to your future.

I know that feeling well. That empty 'homesick' feeling in the pit of your stomach. I think it's a spiritual thing. You need the Bread of life, whatever that might be for you.

I wish I knew all I know is it never seems to stop growing

Home is not a place and yes I have been called home in a sense.

I know the feeling. And my self question is where is home?

Only when I think about it. I try to not think about it.

Nearly every day of my adult life.

Herpes? Lol

Yes😔

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