I learned too late in life that a person can’t be a home. I still wanted to live inside every beautiful person I met. Inside their laugh, inside their crooked smile, inside their heart.
I wanted to live in someone else’s skin. I wasn’t looking for a home, I was looking for an escape from myself. Someone who could successfully distract me from myself.
At the end of the day, I’m still stuck with myself no matter who I fall asleep next to at night.