September 9, 2006
where the heart is?
~Cornfield
i dream of different days
some in the past
some in the future...
i dream of the colors of green, blue and gray
cause all that's here is yellow and brown.
home is where the colors are.
I used to think home was where you lived
who you lived with
or just where your artifacts laid to rest at that moment.
It's different now...
home is no longer my residence
it's something that's over yonder
just down that way a bit
a place undescribed and unknown
at least to me at this moment...
~it's an expensive hotel that i now live in~
Comments
I can't be that big of a person, I guess. Virginia has never felt like home. I've felt like a visitor since I've been here and I really do think I made the effort to give it a fair chance.
I am at home but not at home,
this place that is the one that I list,
there is another one,
at least I am longing for it,
somewhere out there not a color or form,
It is warm, knows me and loves me within,
a home that is satisfied without one,
that place that does not hurt inside,
is comfortable outside,
lasts a long time