Sometimes I wonder why people are the way they are. That thought includes me, of course. People want certain specific things. People want to get them. Yet why is it when we have a slight bite of it, all we could ever want is to have more than what we have now or what we had so far. I often sit and think...
“I am happy because I am home. All I want is to be surrounded by things that are beautiful because they are meaningful to me. They bring me comfort. They keep me safe, they safeguard my memories. There, my old chair. My warm blanket. Flowers in a vase. Mouthwatering delights wafting from the kitchen. Sunlight pouring in through the window. Familiar faces, familiar...
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