Making Mountains

It's scary when your home becomes a dangerous place. Can't take two steps without being attacked by the ghosts of past experiences or memories that bring it all back. The pain in my chest grew and I felt the scars that remain on my heart.

"I want to talk to you so bad."

It was full of things I wished to forget and emptied of the things I longed to see.

But it was home and it felt good to see it. It felt good to see how I've grown and moved and I know that place can't hold me down. I could see us lying on that hill under the stars with no idea what was coming. But I also saw myself walk away and not look back. I saw myself moving.

"And I go crawling back to the city I love cause it's already taken everything."