The months have passed by...
Now I´m back home.
It feels like if I never left.
Like time froze, and waited for me.
It feels like I have been here all these months.
I think this is where I belong...somewhere where I don´´t feel like a stranger.
Where I long to live...where I was supposed to grow up.
Until my life gave a turn.
A turn that I rergret from the bottom of my heart.
I guess I have to go back....to something that people say its my \"home\".
The time will once again wait for me to catch up...
