I was home.
They were there. All the people I need.
They were there in a neverending dark story. Living a life. Brightend by friendship and love. Light when they need it.
I felt home.
There by them. All the peple I need.
I used the cosyness of the neverending dark. Lived that life. High on the Light of love. Got used to the brightness.
I am home.
Home alone.