Welcome home sanitarium!
It is hard to return to the same old shit. I’m not happy and this is not funny. After the best days in my life, I’m back at home, but…. What is home? the place where you live, where you sleep… for me isn’t. The only thing I know is ,that is not the place where I am now or this building or this country; it is not the cute man that stole my soul months ago or his heart that now is mine, no. My home is a land far away from here, a state in my mind which doesn’t exists anymore.
I’m incomplete, sad and lonely in a place where people talk to me and walk near me everyday and they don’t feel part of me and I don’t feel part of them. Actually my physical home is not my real home. Who cares? The point is that I’m not myself.
This was the feeling I was feeling before leaving, sadly I’m back again to the dark prison with the pills and boring stuff. Sanitarium… leave me be, just leave me alone…
welcome home!
