Home

I want to go home. I can't stand it here anymore These mountains, these trees, just everything. I want to run away; run away to home. I know that I can never go back, but home, it's all I can think about. The warm embrace, the cozy smell, everything about it is just so, intoxicating. I'm getting dizzy with longing, I'm growing faint with stress. There are endorphins to be released, but they're unable to go anywhere. I'm stuck, I feel trapped. I can't take this anymore. I just want to go home, but I'm sitting in my house, writing this poem, Thinking about how your arms feel just like... Home.