you could find my home somewhere in a tightly bound tether,
constricted to the point that every breath is a roar that could move mountains, only it's too old and frail, it's time long gone, and so it only faintly echoes out, a gasp rather than roar...
you could find my home in a darkened alleyway,
stumbling on an indefinite amount of steps, treading lightly not out of fear, but out of a complete disillusionment of reality, a soft stutter to the equilibrium of livelihood, only growing more weary and lost...
you could find my home anywhere,
but where you'd probably find it most is in a dark room, contemplating the necessity and desire for settling while dreaming still of continuing exploring, planning out all but what comes next in reality...
just a little stress release.
eh, it's just catharsis as far as the writing goes, so please don't expect it to be great, but the contents relate to my current "fork in the road" situation in life.
i'm longing to continue traveling and seeking out what i truly want,
but i also have a strong desire to plant my roots somewhere.