home

3 months. 84 days. 2016 hours.  

too long.

ok, what can i say... I AM WEAK!!

as much as i try to be strong i cannot follow my brain. 

logic tells me to be strong, move on, kick dirt in {his} face.

heart says wait, be patient, don't cry just continue.

i'm a dreamer. always have been always will be.

i wish for things, i hope for things, i believe in things.

the dreams keep coming and reality keeps waking me up.

i just want to be home. 

but my home is not made of 4 walls and a roof.

my home is made of blonde hair that shines like the sun, and blue eyes brighter than the sky.

my home is made of silly voices, freckles and a brilliant mind.

my home is made of a guarded heart, a strong testimony and an amazing ability to love.

my home is so close but so far away.

i just want to go home.