Coming Home


Theres a longing in my heart, my soul for where I'm suppose to be.
It's been calling me for a while, but my mind was too busy to listen. 
too busy clinging onto the false ideas of the world that seem to cling to me so desparately
even though I am ready to let go.
ready to let go and step into who I am.
who I've always been
who I've been busy running from out of pure fear.
pure irrational, illusionary fear.
but no more.
I am done.
i'm done running.
It's time to come home.


love. Chloe.

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