Where is the place you call home? The place you call your own? The place of shelter and refuge that you go to in advertently. The place you feel most comfortable in, no matter what the state of your mind is.
Well, the thing is, I don't seem to have a place I can call my own.
I used to spend loads of time wondering the streets, just walking and enjoying the breeze, if there's any.
I used to go swimming. Underwater, it is surreal and peaceful, and sounds and feels nothing like the world above the surface of the water.
I used to spend lots of time in the old office, listening to music and just doing all sorts of rubbish.
I used to like sleeping a lot, because I go away to a better and lovlier place in my sleep.
Well, I don't do most of the above things anymore, or I can't afford to do them as often as I like to, for some stupid reason or other.
One of my favourite places of escape, is in my head. I can go anyway in my head, and nobody can find me there. I wander away in the middle of meetings, boring conversations, noisy crowds, even when people are talking to me. *grin*
Other than that, I emphasize, I have no place I can claim as my real estate.
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