On Moving Out - Tumblr Posts

maybe, hopefully.

and so she starts the prayer again. just once more, once more.

home is the first grave // until i gather the strenth to drag my bones out the front door my soul will haunt these shadowed halls. the kitchen echos of angrily washed dishes and silent mornings, the living room reverberates arguments past and loud screams. the room is filled with quiet sobs and repeated whispers, just once more then you’ll be done, just hold on once more. but it’s once more in the same way that soon will never be here and then is never now.

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the memories might have been made in another place, but they are my memories and so i will bring them with me. it’s the people who make it a home.