An old note

Stars, stones and moon shine from far. The emotion of being everything and nothing when locked hard within - then a explosion is just a mere whisper. All those unexpected hallways, showers, lifestyles walk with me. Just a breeze would brush a brief memory. The fear of losing wasn't as bad as the fright of reaching.

I want to walk with myself. But the burden of those unspoken landscapes sketched deep inside me wouldn't let me. I saw myself working hard, trying to finish tying knots, meeting the ends. The early mornings, the anxious dusk's and dawns.

I miss home.

I found this note while rummaging thru boxes of old photgraphs.