The Homecoming

I am here, and yet I am not. Where I am is where I have been, but where I have been is not necessarily where I want to be right now. What I need is to find my path among the cluttered streets and the filth. It is dirty here, you know. If you had my eyes right now you would see it too. No longer do I stare at the pristine blue skies and bright white crystal snow. On the horizon I see a layer of smog, not the edge of the world. On the street sides I see crowds of houses among the litter, no longer do I see the wide open spaces that stretched into forever. I have seen these things you know, and I have been entranced by their beauty. Bleak and barren, but with the promise of fertility. To all my friends, I love you all, and I am happy to be close to you again. However, know I am in mourning, and also know I have changed. My mind is a wide open space looking out onto the horizon, and there is a road I must take. Once I find that road, or it finds me, I will be gone again.