on home.

sometimes, i feel it in my bones.
when the time comes.
& its fight or flight.
it's flight before i even pause to think.
sometimes, it weighs on you.
a sense to run. to flee. to explore.
to forget about deadlines.
because life inside the lines is just that.
dead. and gone.
you can't explore inside a box.
sometimes, it presses on your mind.
the need to keep moving.
keep evolving. keep searching.
but what are we searching for?
sometimes, you feel it in your feet.
the moment your boots hit the pavement
the moment your eyes catch the steeple.
shining so bright in the moonlight.
sometimes, it hits you.
all you've been searching for.
longing to flee to.
aching to find.
is a home.
and sometimes, all it takes.
is a familiar street.
and the lights against a black sky.
to remind you that you are already found.
already home.
in the very truest of the word.

& sometimes,
you feel it in your bones.



january 4, 2014.
pen to paper.