Home is where the heart is...lie. i dread hearing the hsound of a sex speed come flying around the bends and turns, making its way to my new residence. for eighteen years i was a prisoner in a jaded cage. force to be the person my gaurdians wanted me to be. now that i have a new residence i am free. free to make my own decisions, free to love whom i want, free to make my own schedule, and live how i want to live. but as i hear that roaring enging come to halt, my heart dies and i have to cover the bags under my eyes. i have dreaded this day. i have cried because of this day. knowing that i will once again become caged, its like taking a bullet. walking down the stairs, bags in hand, i feel my life just fade away. when placing my bags in the trunk of my hearse i fake a smile. happy is me, to be heading home again...lie. its only for a month, and for a month ill be dead.
February 16, 2009