Love Joker
February 2012
89 posts
January 2012
94 posts
“The hardest part of coming home again is when you realize you’re not the same person who left.”
—Brad Meltzer, The Lightning Saga
Every time I leave it feels like I pack my whole life up with me.
Into compressed suitcases, bursting at the seams.
It feels like all my emotions and memories are stuffed inside.
It’s a very conflicting feeling.
To miss a place you haven’t left yet.
To not want to leave a place you hate.
And once you’re gone you know, you won’t look back at all.
But now that you’re still here, it’s sad.
