I Express Myself Through Writing
The Road and The Home.
Two very commonly used adjectives. Both can be double entendres. Used as literal things and metaphors to describe parts of a persons life.
The Road is that path you take, the journey. Sometimes literally, in order to get to where you want to be.
The Home is where you find comfort, and rest. It can be a specific place, and sometimes it can be an actual person.
We are drawn to the Road. We travel it alone, essentially, and when we become weary we seek our Home. Our rest, our reprieve from the Road.
But what do we do when we have lost our Home? We wander. We become lost, and desperate until we turn bitter and regretful. We lose hope and give way to the void of despair.
Although we shall struggle and fall to the void, we lucky few can still manage to push forward. Even if only by a few steps.
I feel as though my Road is nearing its end. I have no Home and therefore no hope of continuing. I have sought to find a new Home, all of the previous ones have bridges burned. But with how far I've traveled now, I cannot help but feel as though there is no place left to call Home.
No matter how hard I try, all I know is the Road.
Two very commonly used adjectives. Both can be double entendres. Used as literal things and metaphors to describe parts of a persons life.
The Road is that path you take, the journey. Sometimes literally, in order to get to where you want to be.
The Home is where you find comfort, and rest. It can be a specific place, and sometimes it can be an actual person.
We are drawn to the Road. We travel it alone, essentially, and when we become weary we seek our Home. Our rest, our reprieve from the Road.
But what do we do when we have lost our Home? We wander. We become lost, and desperate until we turn bitter and regretful. We lose hope and give way to the void of despair.
Although we shall struggle and fall to the void, we lucky few can still manage to push forward. Even if only by a few steps.
I feel as though my Road is nearing its end. I have no Home and therefore no hope of continuing. I have sought to find a new Home, all of the previous ones have bridges burned. But with how far I've traveled now, I cannot help but feel as though there is no place left to call Home.
No matter how hard I try, all I know is the Road.
31-35, M
