When I come home, I'm suddenly lost in the memories that seem to disappear for a while while I'm in town. When I'm in town, the lights and the music and the people and the noise drown out all the bad things and all the good things. But when I come home, it's smothering. Earth comes back to me. I let my knees sink into the grass and the water come up to my ankles and the sunlight burns my face and it's all mine again. And it hurts but it's mine.