So I ran, comforts to call. Movements that left me stagnant. I scan the photos that line my walls.Images before foolish hopes and smiles still rang truth. Caught forever, or at least long enough to know that I was there and I was happy. I would have forgotten the placement of our bodies. I don't know why my dreams put me back in this house stirring up senseless arguments. I thought I was gone and I don't see me going back. I don't want an old home to go back to and I don't wonder what's like to fly. And I'm glad I can't.
