Welcome home babe.

Welcome back home sweet heart. Welcome back. Where have you been? I've been around, learning the possibilities of my actions and counting the seconds till I feel my heart sinking back into it's place once again. I don't know what made me do it. You can say it was feeling and I can tell you it was my thoughts. I felt that my time had come again for the world to see me inside and out. They could feel the cold wind that was flowing from my finger tips and the ends of my toes. The hair on my arms rose and i knew that it was calling me out like a bad habit. The strong smell of alcohol beckoned to me and this time it wasn't the alcohol, it was the words that needed to be said. So here I am with a new life and new obstacles telling my tale in a book filled with pictures and bumps. Bumps that tell you the future. I saw the feeling of the majestic shapes, how do you see a feeling? I can never tell you. I can only show you. Read my bumps feel my words. tell me your soul. show me your story. But it is only a story. Because it is not your present. your present lasts for but a second and then it's gone. It becomes a story. A story you tell to gain attention and so here I am calling you out. Telling you and begging you to listen to my story.

I feel you staring at the corner of your eye. Something inside you is making this signature symbol that only you can bestow upon everyone else. I'm not seeing this with my own two eyes but I'm seeing this with my thoughts. I feel your hair blowing in the cold wind and I know what you feel. I've been there and I've done that. Try walking away twice and many times as you have and you have my story in your hands and mind. It's flowing through everyone's windows because if you've experienced it, your welcome into another chapter. Another book. And another sentence. Your calling them over. Hoping someone would hear. You whisper hoping they'd hear you. Like he said, "sing like you want me to hear." And so they do. They smile heavenly because they knew this would happen. The communication over the past couple days has grown to tremendous amounts creating a general atmosphere of shear love and tension. You've been counting down the days till you could do this. you knew they'd be there. You knew. But see the bumps are still unclear about this all. All of it is misread. It could be. I don't master it. It is not a home language but I can predict. My eye lashes fall on my cheeks and re read everything over again. I could be wrong. No really, I could be.



So where will I go next? Some place different? Stay here and make use of what I really have.

Consider the odds. Consider the obvious. Take it all into account and then come talk to me. I'll be following the wind and we will become one but until then keep counting. Keep reciting. Keep forgiving. and once and for all...





keep falling.