Home away from home.

I've been thrown into this habitat that i haven't called home for a long time. I can't do things that i usually do. I've been limited to the things i've brought, which was only enough to fit in my bag.

My mind wanders as a sleep through the night, wondering when i'm going to wake up.

I'll help her if it kills me, if she doesn't kill me first. i've been doing dumb things, i can't help myself, it's my nature.

Love me eturally, or die without me.