I'm struggling a bit lately.

I think I'm missing home.

I'm scared for a lot of things.

Things I can't write about,

If you ask,

I'll tell you.

I'm sitting here under the sun and a beautiful

Blue sky.

Yet I think I'd be more in peace in

The storm.

The howling south Easter

The blue ocean

The majestic mountains. 

What do I have to go back to?

Not much hey?

It's weird I find so much comfort in a place,

That even when I'm there,

I struggle to call home.

I need to start building something for myself.

Of myself.

I need to make a home

I miss it.

I miss having a place were you can lie your head 

and feel completely at rest.

Barry road was that for me.

My mom was that for me.

I can't wait for the day I don't have to worry.

For the day I get to come home to my beautiful wife.

To my kids.

To my home.

My family will be my world.

To the woman who I'll one day marry,

I can't wait.

I'll look you in the eyes every day and tell you what you mean to me.

I'll tell you I love you .

I'll show you I love you.

 But till then,

I'll start my journey. 

I'll start now so that when that day comes.

I can spend my hard earned money on you,

On that diamond ring.

Fuck .

Those are some weird things to write about.

Hahaha