I recently received a wonderful gift: a thin journal filled with the most randomly outrageous and mundane prompts, all in the hopes to get the writer inside of me to write. I will do my best to fill this book. I'll keep this short and sweet. Now let's go!
Prompt: Write about the pleasures of home.
On my way home, I've gotten lost again. Where I've been, I don't know. I was too busy looking at the ground. And I never knew to keep my head straight. But there's something beautiful happening tonight.
I'm no longer scared
Of all these troubles I bear
My youth returns to me. And I can make it home. To a place I've never been. But it feels like home.
So there's something beautiful happening tonight. If I can hold it longer for that something right.
On my way home, I've gotten lost again. Because I've never been there.
But there's something right
That's happening tonight
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