Home..

All of life is a coming home
All of the restless hearts of the world trying to find our way home
It's hard to describe what i feel like..
Picture yourself walking for days..
You don't even realise that your walking in circles
The heaviness of your legs in the drifts
Your shouts disappearing into the wind
How small you can feel and how far away home can be
Home...The dictionary defines it as a place of Origin and a goal of destination...
The storm was all in my mind...Or as Poet Dante put it..
"In the middle of the journey of my life i found myself in a dark wood, eventually i would find the right path but in the most unlikely place"