You Lied To Me, Lied To My Face

This place isn't home. It's just a bed with a closet full of clothes. My clothes, my jewerly, my possessions, my everything. My family. My friends. Who I am, what I represent, my relationships, my reputation. Then why do I feel lost. Or empty.

And you're just a person. The only person I want to spend time with for weeks on end. The only person I could talk to and confide in because I know for a fact that you'll always love me unconditionally. Just one person would be all it would take. Just one life, one friendship, that could change the person I was and could make me do or go anywhere. And I wouldn't care about anything else because I would have that one person. We don't know where or what we're doing. We have no sense of direction, no money. But we have an idea. Our hunger for happiness and freedom is what blindly leads us forward.