and they all said 'see you later' and hugged.
long time.
time away
from the place called home.
home what the hell does that word mean anyway
comforts? a familiar bed? familiar faces?
home can be recreated, molded and reformed
you can carry it along with you as you go
but there will always be that ONE place
the place you grew up. the place where the reality of the world came into synch with your mind. where you thought you started figuring it all out, figuring out how the world works. Its that feeling that you are scared of. the feeling of stepping out of that comforting home into what really goes on out there. far from your best childhood hiding spot, under the stairs or out in the trees of seashore state park. far from under those sheets in the most comfortable bed in the world you spent so many moments hiding from the world. far from the beaches you spent so many laughs and connections on. far from the perfectly temperatured nights of wandering the streets barefoot and soaking up comfort, stability, freedom, and infinity. far from the view of your bedroom window. if you close your eyes, you just may picture that view absoluetly perfectly. feel the cooled pavement under your feet, taste the salty ocean waves rolling in, hear the sounds of laughter, or hear the sounds of the silence once again, smell the scent of your home, that scent you are so used to it that you dont recognize it if your around it for more than 30 seconds. but smell it can you? the moment you step in the door. its there. the nag champa or the sage smoke, cleanse and purity and traci. your sense of smell is most connected to your ability to remember. remember that man. always remember where you came from and remember what you are a part of. rhythm.
time away
from the place called home.
home what the hell does that word mean anyway
comforts? a familiar bed? familiar faces?
home can be recreated, molded and reformed
you can carry it along with you as you go
but there will always be that ONE place
the place you grew up. the place where the reality of the world came into synch with your mind. where you thought you started figuring it all out, figuring out how the world works. Its that feeling that you are scared of. the feeling of stepping out of that comforting home into what really goes on out there. far from your best childhood hiding spot, under the stairs or out in the trees of seashore state park. far from under those sheets in the most comfortable bed in the world you spent so many moments hiding from the world. far from the beaches you spent so many laughs and connections on. far from the perfectly temperatured nights of wandering the streets barefoot and soaking up comfort, stability, freedom, and infinity. far from the view of your bedroom window. if you close your eyes, you just may picture that view absoluetly perfectly. feel the cooled pavement under your feet, taste the salty ocean waves rolling in, hear the sounds of laughter, or hear the sounds of the silence once again, smell the scent of your home, that scent you are so used to it that you dont recognize it if your around it for more than 30 seconds. but smell it can you? the moment you step in the door. its there. the nag champa or the sage smoke, cleanse and purity and traci. your sense of smell is most connected to your ability to remember. remember that man. always remember where you came from and remember what you are a part of. rhythm.