Lunar Discourse

"Catch Your Dreams Before They Slip Away"


8:26 p.m.


11:25 p.m.

Where do we go from here?


Where is home?

I live in the home that was my home all my life. Even when I didn't live here, I considered this my home. But it's really just someone else's house. The next place I live, that will be my real home. I'll make it my own. No one else's. That's where I'll live for the rest of my life.

Sometimes your car is home.

Sometimes your office is home.

Sometimes a shabby motel room is home. There's no view. There's no ambiance. There's a television, which you rarely watch. It's quiet. It's out of the way of the hustle and bustle of the rest of life. Sometimes you're in that motel room, and you feel more at home than you do at home. And you don't want to leave. You've embraced it as your own. And it has embraced you. You want to stay there forever. Suspended in time. Never leave. Never go back to the harsh realities of your life.

I want to go home now.


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