Lost in a swirl of others who are lost, blaming their neighbor-seeking the stableness they believe that neighbor dances upon.
Conviced that they are drowned out by their search for individuality.
Surfacing into an invisible bubble of their future world. A world so complicated, yet so sought for. A world so dazzling it casts your heart's true wants into its lime light. A world that seems so perfect, that you are conviced you are diving upward, but in reality you are tumbling down hill as your safe past fades into the distance.
A world that poisons your nervous system into lying to your brain. Telling your brain that your heart is bliss.
But your heart is aching for home soil, of home and the life you WERE emersed in - the life you wasted trying to surface into the world that causes your nerves to lie.
Patience is not a virtue, home is.
