i search for escape, for any moment of joy.
one day, i will wake up, and i will be home.
home, completely foreign concept to me now. how many others feel as though, no matter how hard they look there is no home, no place where there is complete abandon of walls and surrounding toxic air?
I can't seem to breathe anywhere.
Garden state says it best:
You'll see one day when you move out it just sort of happens one day and it's gone. You feel like you can never get it back. It's like you feel homesick for a place that doesn't even exist. Maybe it's like this rite of passage, you know. You won't ever have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I don't know, but I miss the idea of it, you know.
Maybe that's all family really is.
A group of people that miss the same imaginary place.
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