O the hatred I feel for the firewall at work that times me out whenever I spend too long writing and click “post” only to see everything I’ve written disappear. O the agony. O the wasted half-hour.

O well.

Most of it can be best summed up with one long quote:

“Is this home?
Is this where I should learn to be happy?
Never dreamed
That a home could be dark and cold
I was told
Every day in my childhood:
Even when you grow old
Home should be where the heart is
Never were words so true!
My heart’s far, far away
Home is too
Is this home?
Is this what I must learn to believe in?
Try to find
Something good in this tragic place
Just in case
I should stay here forever
Held in this empty space
Oh, that won’t be easy
I know the reason why
My heart’s far, far away
Home’s a lie.
What I’d give to return
To the life that I knew lately
But I know that I can’t
All my problems going back
Is this home?
Am I here for a day or forever?
Shut away
From the world until who knows when
Oh, but then
As my life has been altered once
It can change again
Build higher walls around me
Change every lock and key
Nothing lasts, Nothing holds
All of me
My heart’s far, far away
Home and free!”

I’m going back, back home.