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Home feels too good. Leaving lost some of its luster, at some point. When that was can't quite be pinpointed.
Maybe it was when I started getting comfortable in my own skin. Nah, that hasn't happened, yet.
Maybe it was when I quit being concerned with what other folks think. Nah, that was never really the case, anyway.
I know... it was when I finally realized all the stuff out there that I can't understand will never make sense, and that the more time I spend out there just compounds that fact. Nope. I've always known there was a lot of stuff I'd never understand, or even want to understand.
All I know is that this couch is comfortable, right now, and I can't think of much that'd make me want to leave it.
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