Summer is coming to its end.
The days are getting shorter,
Losing their color...
I need to get home.
Though I must admit,
There’s a certain beauty about it.
Living in soft-focus;
The autumn colors blurring together gently,
My not-quite-leaden heart still trying desperately
To keep pace with my mind.
It’s almost as refreshing as it is bleak.
So I’ll come back to familiar.
I’ll come back home.
I like it here, you know.
However cheerless it is to stay here,
However heartrendingly numb it makes me feel,
I’ll take this over the terrifying prospect of change, any day.
It’s a twisted sort of solace I get from this place.
And I’ve learned to take that wherever I can get it.
Even if it’s here.
Even if it’s home.