I feel a pull from a hundred different directions
Every place feels like a maybe-home
but then what is home feels like nothing at all
Am I connected to the world?
Or do I just drift?
like a fallen leaf on water
I’ve been so many places
snowy mountains in the north
rock strewn beaches in hidden coves
There’s so many places to go still
moss covered forests with bubbling streams
red deserts and trees brushing the clouds
It is a wide world waiting
and it will come eventually but for now
A yearning to be everywhere and anywhere but here
exists within me
and it will not exist quietly or comfortably
It screams for action
to walk until my feet bleed and see everything I can until
I cry
Escape is what I really want
from brick and steel and glass
I want the entire earth to feel like my home
and one day it will.