katfireblade

I often wonder what its like to have a home. To have aplace thats your very own, calling to you blood and bone. Where you can exile yourself from, but never stay away from for long. To be able to walk down the street and understand the people you see around you, or just pause and know by the shift in the air which weather was coming, or lok out a window and see sights others cannot know the beauty and joy in, even if they shared them. To some extent Florida is this for me, but there is no place for me there in its culture or its heart. And truly, I dont know where my place is.

I'm beginning to wonder if I have one.