it is a very weird feeling to visit a new state, one even thousands of miles away from where you grew up and you still find bits and pieces in the scenery and have a cozy feeling… like ahh yes, the trees seem the same, there is still random billboards lit up on the highway, people smile in the grocery store back at me …. somehow, someway, i’m right where i should be. the world follows me. i will never truly leave what i call my home, it’s all right here with me, following me, and guiding me. “I want to go home, I want to go home, I want to go home, but what I mean, what I am grasping for, is not a place, it’s a feeling. I want to go back, but back where?”
