college is a dreamscape,
allowing you to be anything while tempting you to remain the same;
it makes you feel things,
wrapping you in this moment, that moment, then the moment thereafter;
and as you watch it all unfold in front of you you can’t help but wonder,
“what am i actually feeling right now?”
college is special, curating month-like-weeks and second-like-years.
college ends before it happens.but home.
home is a warm cozy blanket that you refuse to get out from under—
you hold onto home like a device with tiktok on it, unable to let go;
as you remember those memories,
relive those moments.
as you fall in love again.
home is the map, lighting the pathway back to feeling.
home lets you breathe.
home is yours.
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