I think that I’ll start writing now. I never know where my pen will lead me.

It might take me on a pain filled rant, or I might find myself down in a lake of depression.

It might lead me up the path of creativity, or a banal exercise of putting letters on paper.

It might shepherd me to a place of belonging, or a state of unbridled joy.

All those places make me and I need them to be whole.

The place that I am longing for it to take me though, and the place I have the hardest time finding, is Home.