Wondering Where It Is
Surrounded in a million unseen faces, all in such a hurry to go somewhere, anywhere. Or, maybe nowhere . . .
Suffocating in the mass of people.
Yearning for the nearly forgotten familiar feeling of southern tranquility, not understanding where it has gone.
So very afraid that I may never find it again.
Realizing that home isn’t here anymore, or maybe it never was.
Wondering where it is . . .
February 4th, 2009 at 5:14 pm
There’s a reason for that old saying ‘You can’t go home again’. So sad, but true.
However if we just look forward and not back, things start looking up!
February 4th, 2009 at 8:59 pm
Home is where the heart is, sweetie. *HUG*
February 5th, 2009 at 4:42 pm
That may be the problem Alex. My heart is elsewhere . . .