But I can run. I can run to the protection of the face that we all put on. I can be whoever I want to be except our self. That is the wonderful thing about going home. I can not avoid it. I can only be myself when I am surrounded by those who know me best and love me for it. No pretending. Why can't I always find a home where I am? Am I just scared? So I keep on running.
All I know is that it is in this silence that I find true love. Not a selfish love but a peace that is not found anywhere else. I find truth in that simple yet profound statement that you are really never really alone. I can find myself in the silence. Sometimes I don't like what I find but that is the beauty of life. It is not over and I still have time to change. I haven't grown into who I really am. At least not yet. But once I have been able to do that, I will be able to find the rest of who I really am in those that I love. I guess that is why I keep looking. Life is so lonely without someone to love or be loved by. It will come. It always does... eventually.
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