It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside..

Coming home is a really weird feeling for me.
So much has changed but at the same time, it feels like its stayed the same.

A new baby here and there, a ring on someones finger, a new shop, a new love, a new phase that i'm out of the loop for.
But in all reality, they're still the same. Doing the same things, with the same people and for some reason i still feel like the outsider. Maybe i'm the one that's changed? or maybe i've stayed the same which is why i still feel the same.

Maybe, subconsciously, i've come home for the wrong reasons.Or maybe i'm just tired and haven't given myself a chance to settle again.
And maybe you'll read this and decide on the spot that you've made the right decision. For whatever reason we can't, i wish i could talk to you. About this, about me, about you without feeling as though im running the risk of losing you and us.

Maybe if we never left the room, maybe if we both dealt with the real world a little better, maybe if you weren't scared, maybe if i wasn't too. If only we weren't scared to put the maybes into actions to find out their truths.