(Listen to Gil Scott-Heron.  Teach your children about him.  This is my favorite song of his and one of the best uses of metaphor I’ve ever heard.  Day 123…)

And it might not be such a bad idea if I never, never went home again…

No matter how bad home is
No matter how its scent decreases the total number of breaths you were given
It’s still home.

My home
An abandoned city full of empty spirits
Zombies of normalcy
Affluent trudging through a poisoned perception of life
Where not moving proves how much you love home
The nights became comforting
The Sun became the night
Producing monsters that lived under my bed
I needed to turn off lights to find peace
Even my own.

If you love something, let it go
I released my hand from darkness’ grip
And decided to love myself enough to leave the comforts of familiarity.
Sunlight looks bright
And I may stint my eyes while basking in my own shine
But I have all I need to find a new home.