Home.

Lately, it's hard to sleep. Nights are filled with broken hearts and wandering thoughts. Sometimes it becomes so heavy that it is hard to breathe. We live in a generation where it is believed that people who still believe in love are dum. You can be the strongest person and still feel lost. There are no rules here. 

I'm the strongest person I know and there are days when I crave someone's presence in my life. Someone to ask me how my day was and genuinely wants to know every little detail. Someone to run to when I feel blue. Someone who remembers the little things. Someone to take a walk with. Someone to admire the night sky with. Someone to sit beside and listen to the waves with. Someone to share your playlist with. Someone who is my person. 

At the end of the day, it all comes up to who you go back home to. And by home I mean the person who feels like home. The day I find that person I would have found my way and there is no more feeling lost.