Where have I been these past months? How have I raised myself past the humps. I gaze at the screen as these little squiggles Fill the lines - and the back of my neck shivers as I try to persuade myself that I’m feeling fine.
Time passes, the days separate into nights, Weeks go past and now months - Where have I been? The sun I’ve hardly seen People like mosquitoes have tried to get my attention. Now they are here, now there and sometimes, everywhere.
I’m tired, I wish from work that I was fired That way in my bed all day I would stay. Without getting up, I could close the windows to protect me from my awful neighbors . That way the smell of their cooking would stay out of my head.
Tomorrow, like yesterday is kinda far away. In my bed I would stay waiting for the day to become yesterday. Waiting to escape from my body and go home to the place I would feel at home in. Where once again I would connect and merge into the Everything, Nothing to see, nothing to feel, nothing to do or nothing to be.
Until the day I can look into the mirror of my soul And realize throughout eternity I was always connected and whole It was boredom with which I was affected. It was boredom which which encouraged me to flee To seek new worlds and pastures of where to play and be me New characters I would create to mirror my present state?
I realize too that the wonderful children loved ones and friends that surround me - are parts of me How could I think that I was lonely and separate When so many mirrors of love shine all around me Where every day a new day dawns, and every night I go back home Back to the place where I am safe the place which is my true home.