Such an odd feeling. To miss people I've never met. I feel that ache and that yearning. I want to go home. I don't know where that is. I think I knew the feeling once. Maybe I deluded myself to believe that.
These people never existed but I feel every emotion one can to a loved one. The house light is on, I can see its warm glow. It might have been home, but it isn't mine anymore. I don't think it ever was.
I look in the window to a past that isn't mine. The loyal dog waits for its master to throw scraps, in the hopes of being welcomed in.
Luke 16:21 | Matthew 15:26
- Rosary
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