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June 19, 2007

Tuesday

To quote Dorothy: There's no place like home.

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When I was young, I couldn't wait to get away from it all. I couldn't wait to get out of the house and that small, small city. It was like a prison to me. I was a caged bird.

Moving to the big city, I realized that not much had changed. I was still a caged bird, but now we were in a zoo, the cage bigger and wider with so many of us living inside it.

I returned home for the holidays and nothing was different.

No, everything was different. It suddenly meant everything to me.

I was home.

Posted by: Kieran at June 19, 2007 2:13 AM · Permalink

My heart is here in my chest, which makes my body my home, my sanctuary. Yet I light up 50 cigs and 4 bowls a day. I drink to kill the headache from drinking. I toke to relax and dope to tweak at the same time. When I eat, I throw it back up – it used to be on purpose. My boyfriend beats me, and violates my sanctuary at his whim. I can’t stop him or he’ll throw me out. I should change my life. Quit the drugs. Give up the booze. Get out. But my heart’s not in it.

Posted by: kipp at June 19, 2007 3:44 PM · Permalink