Jen (musical_fiasco) wrote, @ 2005-10-10 15:26:00

at the place where tears touch the surface
where my heaert is sinking slowly
as visions of your faces pass through my minds eye
dreams of you are a nightly occurance.
I am surrounded by millions,
yet it's as if I'm on an island
and am the lone inhabitor.
I feel cut off while so many lives swirl around me.
today - the day of giving thanks - I am missing home
the country, and my family.
missing community, and relationships.

I am searching for the relationship that was my core,
my source of life
but failing to see its existance here.
although the light at the end is getting brighter,
and I am again regaining strength
I wonder if I will ever step out of the tunnel
so be patient.
I am coming.
it's just harder than I thought, and there's so much holding me back
but I'll be there, back with you, soon.

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