Home, is where I want to be. I don't know where that is these days. I've been reduced to living a nomadic life, wandering and searching for the place I belong. Could it be a place in the heart, mine or yours, that will comfort me? I wish I knew.
The home of my youth is a temporary shelter from the crashing and clanging debris that's falling from the sky. I lay now under the same barefoot sun that once warmed my heart as a boy and chased away the cold reality of loneliness. It's a familiar envelopment that reminds me of my mothers embrace...warm yet unsure.
-Jim Franks
