Feel home again
It surrounds me. That feeling. I feel it mostly when im alone, and all is quiet. When the darkness has come, and dreams and fantasy escape the cage that locks them up at daybreak.
My soul reaching out to feel anything, almost feels as if it could escape my body. Its reaching for dreams.
Quietly, i sit on the window seat.
I gaze at the moon hovering on high from my dark room, through clear glass.
The wondow pain cracked a little, I feel a warm breeze grace my thighs, and I tilt my head back, and let out a pleasure filled sigh.
Tonight is the night when the dream will come.
When my fantasy will be fullfilled.
I wait patiently knowing that the little death i just felt, is nothing compared to what lies waiting for me in the hours ahead.
Ill be back just before sunrise, but until then, the night is mine.
I lean back against the wall, and close my eyes feeling the night air blanket me.
Finally able to drift, i am almost able to see the gateway.
He is there waiting. Holding out his hand. And i know that for just a little while, ill feel home again.
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