Calling Home

"I need to call home. I need to call mom"

It's this statement I make to myself as a result of a feeling. This feeling hits me and I just feel heavy. Sometimes the heavy feeling inspires writing and such. But other times it's a feeling that requires a different solution. And it has always come back to calling home and speaking with my mother.

And i've come to realize that my mother is my rock. And i'm sure people reading this will be like "well duh devon she's your mother"
But more than just my mother she is my rock of unconditional love. And lately I feel like i'm this alien on earth. Like i'm walking around in a completely different existence. And I love this existence. The world of devon. You know? I love it. But I want somebody else to roam this reality with. And fuck yeah i'm lonely. I get lonely and I don't care if that doesn't go well with a GJ joe commercial. I live alone and yeah I get fucking lonely. So sometimes I need to just call home. Sometimes I need to just call my mother who doesn't care about the following things:
She doesn't care if I have a car
She doesn't care if i'm having a bad hair day.
She doesn't care that my apartment is small.
She doesn't care about the money in my bank account.
She doesn't care about much else except to see me happy and healthy.

And that's why I feel this pull. This urge to call home. I don't do it a whole lot. Probably could call more. But I call every couple months. It's a break from this strange reality I'm a part of.

-dev