perfect world.

she sits alone in her room. somewhere which held those tears and laughter. she looks out at the perfect world. it's just too perfect for me. she thinks. sometimes, she wonders why she left. would it have been still her perfect world she knew? she wonders, why she came back. would it be different still? she left this world, knowing change in inevitable. they all said that it would be the same.

is it?
was it ever perfect?
did i really love it?
did i really belong?

i don't know where is home anymore.