look at me now.

Saturday 3 September 2016

echo.

Every single time it goes back to this.
Every of these moments go back to then.

Who knew home would keep coming and going,
disappearing over time. Some days I wish I could go back.

I just want to be home again more often than not.
But I've lost that warm welcome and I'm tired of all these sessions.

-riri-

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