Publicerad 2016-08-31 09:16:00 i Livet,

Two weeks ago I was here. Right here. Looking at the departures board and getting excited about going home. I had you, and I thought I always would. But I didn't feel like I had me. And I was going home to find me.

One week ago I was on the streets of Brighton. Running around in nothing but my pjs, howling like a wounded animal. I had gone home and found me. I'd then gone back and I found I no longer had you.

Today I'm back again at the airport, back exactly here one week two weeks later. And I look back at the last two weeks and think of what I had and what I didn't. How everything's changed.
Right now I don't know what have. And I don't know what I don't have. I just know that whatever I have is broken. And the only one who can fix it is me.


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