Runaways

Sometimes life gets to be too much. And sometimes you just wish you could go.
Sometimes is more often than not, and lately, it's been so often, and well. not. I want to go. I want her, I want space, time, freedom. To leave behind all of life's stresses, to adventure where there are no worries, where time isn't a constraint, and where the constant battles to keep your sanity are already won. Where insanity and reality aren't two things, but one. A romanticized version of a demonic possession. Two people, stuck together. Traveling together. Possessed by love, and driven by hope. Hope that life will get better, get easier, that the simple times will come back, and everything that we love will be the love we have in everything. Two people, set out to face the world, with nothing but an bond based in truth, in love; in happiness.
I want this, and I want to make it happen. To be with her, away from the life we live, the life we come in and out of with feelings mixed each day. I just want us. No restrictions. No limits. Nothing to stop us from living, and nobody to care what we do.

Home isn't where you grew up. It's not a place you were born into. Home is where you find yourself when you smile without a reason. When everything feels right, and you just know you're in the right spot. Home is where comfort and happiness collide. And home just doesn't feel like home, without you.