This is going to be short, sweet and to the point
I’m leaving NY tomorrow morning. I’m going back to Texas. I’m leaving and no matter how much I don’t want to go - I have too. I could kick, scream, yell and fight my way to stay, it wouldn’t work. I’d still have to go.
Here in NY, I have all my senses.
I have a voice and many someone’s who is listens
I can hear, people talk to me and I absorb it like a sponge
No matter where I am or what I’m doing. This will always be home.
