Homesick

There's a place. One perfect place where you can feel completely and utterly safe at. Safe and free. For me the place had an endless sky full of billions of stars and beautiful fields that went on for miles,they seemed almost never ending. And I miss it. I miss it so much that it hurts. I know its been a few years but I remember almost every moment vividly. It was my home. But like all good things, it ended.I moved. But now my brother moved there without me and I cant help but be envious. I was born there. I cared for it. Yet he took my place. And I want to cry. I don't know what to do. -hopeless and confused, masked rose