Home
"Home has become such a scattered, damaged, various concept in our present travials. There is so much to yearn for. There are so few rainbows any more."
Home and time demands that they are to be mentioned synonymous in one way or another. Our biological makeup and social upbringing conspire to drive us away from this place of comfort and security as we grow older and older. Not that that is a bad thing, in fact our dreams of roots are often only comparable to our dreams of leaving, of adventure. Where we are now, is never "home"; we are presently travelling the rainbow to the pot of gold, and the concept of home always exists in the past, and in our memories.
Home is never a physical place, it is a state of mind. Where there is comfort, hot food, and maybe a warm bath is where Home is at.
May our adventures bring us over the rainbow and far away, and perhaps once in awhile, we can meet up once again for a drink or two.
Walking a lonely road
10:07 PM
