I find it hard and I don’t know where to start, but I am working hard on finding my way back from here, finding my home, but this home, it's never felt like home to me. And I can’t sleep without the things I need. I need the road! It’s the only form of home I know!
I had that dream again, the one where I wake up and what once surrounded me faded away. I know it will someday, why tell myself that it will be okay when it’s clear I’m lying to myself in the first place?
I can’t sleep without the ringing in my ears. Don’t need silence, it’s the generator that I need to hear. I think about it almost every single night. Wondering if I will fall asleep tonight.
I had that dream again, the one where I wake up and what once surrounded me faded away. I know it will someday, but I’ll tell myself that I will be okay and move on pleased I lived this life in the first place.