i am my own home

Suddenly nothing mattered no more the moment that I realized I am my own home. There’s no other places to be but here, there’s no other places that I wanna go but to my own scared place that’s in my own being.

Life’s been quite hectic lately, grandma’s still in the ICU, my mom is still worried sick. I felt a little under the weather the past few days but I didn’t tell nobody. Life picks up patterns again and again. People are scared of changes but I think everyone’s quite good at adapting. Once new patterns form, people are afraid to change again even if they’re uncomfortable, people would rather choose to be comfortably uncomfortable than to deal with chaos or the unknown. If that’s part of being a human then I’d rather be an animal.