• lostarmymind 6w

    Secret Admirer

    I've been back for some time now, and it's strange to crave the chaotic melodies of explosives and war.

    I dream of this place I once despised as if it's my home. The land drowned with drought.

    I didnt realize how much of a drug the enticing smell of fear could be until I was no longer afraid.

    Battle has become my blood, and the fight is coursing.

    Take me back to what makes me fear being fearless.

    To Afghanistan, my secret admirer.