.: taking you home :.

We have been away for some time now. Part of me is beginning to long for home. It feels like we have been through much, though so little of it could ever have been prepared for. We remain with family, but these places we come to are only for a little while longer. My health is waning. I feel like I can focus on nothing at all. We had sought this freedom for a while, but now that we are here, I feel caught in the plain and common. This has been a break from what we have grown used to. But just when life had changed, we were pulled into this corner of the world. Our time has almost come to an end. Some are never given such time at all. Now that we have given ourselves to every moment, we must say goodbye. I hate goodbyes! But they inevitably come and confront us in the midst of hoping to make it last forever. It is time for us to return, for my words no longer seem to carry any sense of focus or hopefulness. The games have served their purpose. Our stomachs have been filled and anything else we have wanted was ours for the taking. Maybe I could last a little longer if I did not feel like I was aching to come back to the familiar. Rest has not been like it always has been in the past. I have the impression that I am not the only one looking for a fast reason to rush back to where we dwell. My passion feels drained. My heart feels clouded. We have been missing each other by mere inches far more than either one of us ever agreed to. Yet night is now here. Soon the morning will come, and then we will gather what is ours and follow the signs back home.