Homesick for a home that doesn’t exist anymore..

I wonder as I wander

what I’m looking for..

putting my hands in

I dig deep

As I seek the mystery from the other side..

my wounds

bare my soul,

dim my light,

expose my darkness,

unravel my madness

and restore my hopes..

I live in there

They make me

they break me

It also sets me free..

no crying over things that aren’t or weren’t

Live life to its’ fullest..

There will always be X

The great unknown

and it may always keep me seeking for my home

but I will thrive as i roam..