What the fuck is home?
Is it quantified as a place? A state? A person? A landmark? A memory?
Coming home is traumatic.
Old haunts & forgotten ghosts
Secrets no one knows.
Hazy memories down older roads.
Did I every really leave?
Have I always been
The adolescent version of me?
Forever 16.
Wannabe homecoming queen.
Daydream romcom love story.
Full of heart eyes & falling for sweet lies.
Bubblegum black brain.
Sweet 16 comes with so much pain.
Time and direction have come 360.
15 years later, we stand face to face.
Can we forgive each other for our mistakes?
Can her and I can exist in the same place?
intoxikait 