I keep clawing at and clambering for the things I left behind, trying to hold them back, keep them still. I know my efforts are futile.
Doesn't life stop when I'm not there? I don't remember anything I've not been involved in.
I selfishly want to be part of the memories being formed at home. I don't want to miss out on any of the fun memories. Boring memories? Eh. Who cares. So I'd really appreciate if you'd just be boring.