You may not be sure where you belong anymore, but home is always there. Because home is not a place, it's wherever your passion takes you.
The future is always born in pain.
I don't know why I did the things I did but now I know I am exactly where I belong, surrounded by my own. There's not a second that goes by when I'm not thinking of you in some way. I want to see your face. Feel your hands in mine. Feel you against me. But I know that will never be. I move like I imagine the damned do, cursed. I feel like it's only a matter of time... I don't know why I'm writing this, I don't know what can come of it. I know I can't get you back. I don't know why this has happened to us. I feel like it's me. Bad luck. Poison. I've stopped doing this world any real good.