Somehow This Don't Feel Like Home Anymore......

I still think it's all pretty fucked up....what happened I mean, but I need to pick myself up...dust myself off and take that first step in some direction, any direction.  It might be the wrong direction, but I feel the only time you're supposed to stay put is when you're lost in the woods.

I've spent a week pretty much closed up in my house...no literally I have.  I thought over a lot of things, trust me when I say "a lot of things".  I need to move....I mean come on, what's here??? Nothing...absolutely nothing.  I think you know where I need to move, don't you? I suppose that is the hardest part of this whole thing....to go back there, but I have missed my boys so much. For them I have to put all of my other feelings aside, and go back there...because that is what a parent does for their children.

You asked me the other day if you had broken my heart.  I want you to know I had to think about that, even put down a few answers and deleted them.  Then I put the only answer that I could put......

And this ain't no place for the weary kind

And this ain't no place to lose your mind

And this ain't no place to fall behind

Pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try

                         

                                                  Ryan Bingham