what I miss

[hugme]

the night acumulates it self in my mind
each note of the music hangs in the air like a
drop of dew on the end of a leaf.
sad is the dew, but not now
even the cring dew seems joyful to me
my blank stare as the sounds float around the room
stiring up memories.
alone but with my past
each perl another place I once was in my mind
I cannot tell if I miss it not the places but myself
am I what I wanted? is this my direction?
what things did I not keep
what things do I want back
the feelings
the hurt
the pain
the happiness?
what were my dreams then?
what are they now?
am I signifigant to myself?

some I dearly miss
some times I will not regain
were the feelings then genuine?
or lead with the emotion of youth
will I ever feel that way again?
so simple, so easy
just the feeling of walking in to a room and knowing I am home.
that feeling, the smell, the feel.
just the knowledge that you were where you belong.

that is what I haven't felt for so long.
no longer

where is that place?
it's not here.

I will have to work for that place again
I have it no more

it's not the complexities I miss anymore
it was.
just the simple feeling of being home

Comments

[radiogrrl.livejournal.com]

that's beautiful...i know exactly how that feels....