I have come home to chaos.
Complete chaos. The kind that allows every corner in the room to fill with angst.
The plan was to return to my safe spot... unpack the suitcase in my head.
I’m greeted with rage and sadness instead.
Not sure where my home is...
But for tonight it’s in my mommas bed.
I could cry but I feel numb.
There’s too much going on and I just wanna run.
Run where? Back into your arms?
If only it were that easy...
Not sure where I belong.
I feel stuck and heavy, but there’s no one holding me down.
I want to run away but my limbs feel attached to the ground.