You are my home
I remember the first time I heard your voice. I can still remember telling you how soothing I found it, how much it calmed me. It still does, even though you are silent, but your words are still very much alive in me. You are my home, even though the door is locked and the lights are off. It is not a choice as much as a beautiful nagging that is nearly impossible to ignore. But I am locked out, left to wander, and I have found myself here. I know I left in a childish fit, and you locked the iron gate so tightly; you had to. Therefore I was left out in the darkness, just me and the shadows that haunted me, the ones that led me away from you to begin with. You left me outside to face them. You would not let me lean on you to deal with them anymore. You are my home because you are the place I choose to return to over and over again. The place that, even it's painful, means the most. You are my home because you have made me who I am, whether you realized what you were do...