That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave
-Maroon 5

i walked through the door sometime before midnight.
dad: welcome home, cutiepie.
i rolled my eyes. he just laughed softly knowing the smile behind my smirk.

home.

home is a word. and like all words it can be misused. because there are words that cannot capture the essense of something... and something that is so much less than what the degree of the word suggests...

words of an friend.