Home

I go find home, music talks in my ear, the sun wraps it's arms around me, the soft feeling of wild flowers brushing my finger tips, I imagine I'm home. If it's a nice day out I go into the backyard and lay in the grass til I feel whole again, I sing my heart out in my room if it is not. When the sun needs a break the blanket takes her place. I think to myself maybe if I sleep the feeling away, it'll be alright.