home away from home.

a letter

You picked me up when I had fallen so hard; taught me to dream again; dragged me into every possible adventure.
You're there somewhere, I'm having such a hard time finding you and it's breaking my heart. Just to hear you laugh or say something stupid or even just smile.
You are the reason I'm still standing, that I love what I love, that I'm as brave as I am. You were a dreamer who taught me the value of dreams. I miss you so.
I don't know how I have such a hard time fighting this, when you fought so hard for me. Just come back, as you are, it's okay, so we can be the pals we've always been.

i am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told.

Some days you end up sprawled on your polished wooden floor wondering how you got to a place where you feel so empty.

But some days, the thunder echoes louder than your fear. And your music drowns out their existence. And you have a seat. You feel elated. 

You realize that if it doesn't work out in the end, you'll leave. You'll find a way to avoid home. A way to avoid the bitterness that tore at your seams. You'll find a way to survive. Because you were born a fighter. You were raised an achiever. But more importantly, you taught yourself to dream.