Clear sky on a hill side, the vast expanse of fields before you.. The air is cold after the november rain... but there is solace in it... and the full moon completes your heaven... you have come here to run away... from what you do not know... maybe from familiar places that now seem strange and cold, maybe from people you don't fit in with... maybe from yourself...
Someone once said- The pain is in the past, and i am moving forward to give it a slip and visit life...
But can you run away from it when it is a part of you?
Like a cancerous growth it troubles you constantly yet when you try to confront it, it eludes you...
You have searched far and wide for a place you can call home... where you can be happy...
And here, in this isolation, you find, not happiness but something even better... PEACE ... a melancholy calm amidst the void that is now a part of you...
You can't get everything, and you know you can never be complete again...
But you are thankful for this...
And so you live on... the frustration buried in the ground, the chaos simmered down, the pain hidden but not gone... living as a subtle part of a greater design, as a part of the elements...
More at home among the trees and the birds and the hills and the rain than you ever were among your kind...
Yes, you have found home...
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