Home.

I thought I was going home today, but I think I was going crazy instead. Scratched my eyeball blind, drank too much decaf, smoked too many cigarettes. I found myself locked in the bathroom exposing myself in front of the fiction in the mirror that follows me where ever my wandering feet take me. Forgot to check the locks, didn't brush my teeth. Lay here crying in the filth of my own resolve to remain floating but I kissed an angel today or was that yesterday. Snow white wings and leather sandals. I can't remember her name, I lost it in the falling rain. A sky shedding tears for the relinquishing of my fears. This holds true, I cannot say. I want so much, so very little... a little sanity or insanity if that is the opposite of where I am at present. Someone turn off the light, it's too dark in here, I can't feel my heart and I know that my toe is broken. Are you lonely too, or am I making you up? Can you fly a kite in the eye of a storm? Where are my kids-mommy please come home... I'll give you everything to make me mine, make you whole again. Can you make me cry... I haven't done that in so long... A mockingbird sits tap-tapp-tapping on my window sill--wait I haven't got a windowsill, oh well, must be the flames licking the wax I hear. Sleep... oh why must you weep for me instead of come for me... I want arms around me. I can hear the pitter-patter-drip-drop-drip of the rain coming down all around me but the sky is baby blue and bright with the sun's light. I must go now, they are coming for me. Does anyone know who "they" might be? I'll be waiting here... waiting for everything... no, I don't wait... I move on... let go... where am I going? I thought I was going home.