waking up

I was driving down the road when it hit me, suddenly - 

this is home. 

There's no going back to the way things were before. This is where I am; this is where I'm supposed to be. Arguing with the truth won't change anything. It will only prevent me from living life. Maybe it's time to stop drifting and start trying. 

A little bit of hope pokes its way up toward the sun. 

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(Spring is coming!)