This house is not a home.
It's just a place we found to live in. I don't even know where my "home" is. Half of the doors here don't lock and the only type of security system we have are two locks on each door that leads outside. This place is supposed to be my escape. A place where I can forget about everything that goes on around me. But my door doesn't even lock, my bed is uncomfortable, and everything seems so blank. This dwelling place is just a house. Where my family sleeps. Fights. Eats. I wish I could live underwater. That is honestly the only place where I feel "at home."
posted by ericano at
7:20 PM
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Whenever I swim I like to look down in the water and believe I'm flying over cities and buildings. It is a nice feeling. But symbolically I think your door doesn't have a lock so it keeps you open to your family. My door sadly has a lock so it keeps me and my pup locked away from opening up to family, or to talking to them as much as I'd like to. Maybe you should take advantage of being "lockless" and try to bring everyone together?
Hm yeah I guess.. it's just so hard right now cause my dad is the reason why things are breaking apart. I am getting closer to my sister though. And I am spending more family time with them. But I really dont like how two bathrooms don't lock hahaha
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