I need to go.
This is not for me.
I need to go back to the place that no longer remembers my name.
A place that holds my heart, but also holds my pain.
Where rain never shines, but the sun is always pouring.
The one thing I tried to escape keeps calling my name.
Yet I keep running.
From what I am not sure.
I just know that my heart is no longer there.
This is the bounty my heart must pay.
The sting of living when the ones that should be are not.
The disaster of this duster is all that one can muster.
I need to go back.
That was once my home