My Gingerbread House

It’s been weeks since I had much or any form of closure. My soul was rotting in some eternal hell hole of depression. Guess venturing out too much made me miss home - typical Cancerian, how typical. I walked around looking for some form of companionship, but I just realise all I wanted to do was to find a distraction.

I guess I found my home eventually - just when I thought I was too lost - since the birds ate up the trail of bread crumbs I left. 

And everything was fine.