All the places from my childhood are officially gone. The only home I have now is wherever I make it, or in my heart as I roam.

All the places [i]and[i] people from my childhood are gone too, but they were never mine to begin with, all we had was a few short moments that became memories, thats all we get, the people and places turned into thoughts like how burning paper turns to ash and scatters in the wind.

Life is about change...