If I had wings, I’d fly away. Away from the pain in my life. Away from the disease that claims it. Away from the goodbyes that tore out my heart. Away from everyone who leaves me in the dust. I’d go to a place, where no one leaves me, where no one says goodbye. A place of love, a place of hope, a place of dreams, a place that should be called home. But if that’s home, then I don’t have one.