Blinding Lights

There it is! Home. In front of me stood…a casino. The bright lights blinded me but kept pulling me closer. Home. Home, it was.

Walking inside, it felt like I recognized everyone and they recognized me. We didn’t know each other, but we knew why we were here…to live like there was no tomorrow. We would spend all of our savings and sell everything we had on us, but no. We didn’t know each other. We were each other. We were struggling. We were unhappy. We were addicted. We were family.

We had no place to go but home. Home is where we are the most happy. Home is where time doesn’t pass. Home is where the inevitable struggle is delayed. Home is where we all want to be. Home, at the casino.

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