its the dead of night and my family is sound asleep in their beds. dreaming dreams that are dancing like smoke into the brisk autumn air, coming through the open windows. and with my bare skin wrapped tightly in blankets. I hear my parents talking softly to each other across the hall, of relatives coming for Thanksgiving. Their voices dance down the halls and through my room, soothing my heavy eyes to sleep. My home is within me, wherever I go, but home is here now, At times though I feel stuck in this house. traveling gave me purpose and left me with no time to think deeply. at times it is easier to regard the past as something that happened to someone else, like a girl in a novel or a film. at other times it’s too difficult to pretend. but the morning comes and the most beautiful smiles enter my life. with eyes aglow like mine and i can’t possibly be any happier. i feel my heart constantly growing to allow room for all the love i have for my family. with them here and a house that is growing into a nest of our inspirations and ideas, I feel content, why leave such love that embraces me everyday? though my soul aches for the open road and sleeping under those starry mountain skies. I know my place is here, for now.
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