Home

home. it's where I long to be. where everything feels the way it's supposed to be. where i belong. where i'm welcomed in with open arms. is it because it's where people are like me? where i blend in, don't stand out, get pointed out, the black sheep in thinking, ways made clear by actions unfamiliar. but where is home-where I belong-is not always where I long to be, but an unseen desire to be where I think is home--deceived by this world's offers, things visable, tangible, lust of flesh, what is comfortable, but leaves unsatisfied, not quite home. home. it's where I long to be where everything feels the way it's supposed to be.

-AJ