A new beginning, ends with loss. Clarification through distance, they say. Getting too comfortable, the chemicals prevail. “Never mistaken flight for victory.” Too stagnant, living through nothing together. what if, waiting, or in the making. Step up, homesick for a home I never had. Homesick for a heart I never owned. Inconsistencies in your chest were a craft I should of known. Solitude is just, it’s just alone. Feeling numb is better than what you’d think. And I swear, once I’m on my own, I’ll never do this again.