Lost in the chaos
Just when the night creeps in, when the sun meets the high ends of mountains,when the day is about to take it’s last breath, when the cold wind sweeps through, when a distant familiar farm sounds echos, and the sky starts to sizzle with little drops that when I try not to close my eyes or talk out loud because if I did I would break down into pieces I won’t be able to gather, that’s when I miss home a place where my child self awakens, where life feels a lot more fun, joyful,free and wanting to live.A place so simple,yet so vast that I won’t know myself without it.So I sigh a shaky breath take it all in untill I could hold it no longer and drain myself under the shower for life isn’t always beautiful and often times we need to get back to our starting point “home” to gather ourselves for yet another tough battle life throws at you.