23 days

Home is where the heart aches
For not so long ago memories and people and places
For new memories on the horizon
Constantly there is, in my mind,
Something about nothing turning into everything

Not everyone is made to be history makers
But we can all make our mark on history
If only for a few to vaguely remember

Haven't been in this dwelling for more than 14 hours
Already ready to leave
So sad, baby

I do miss Little Man when I'm gone
But I feel like I'm missing so much when I'm not going

Torn.