There is a storm coming yet I am at peace. I am quiet and still.

I long for home but home is a fantasy comprised of sunny days past and fresh dawns of the future.

It’s a place that does not exist nor the life that I lead, yet I know it well.

I can tell you what you would find in the medicine cabinet, what the car smells like, how her heart beats in my presence…

I can tell you who I am but not when I am…

I want to come home.

The rain has now started.

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