I\'ve heard you can never go back home. Home has never been a literal place for me, but rather a state of mind. Fires that were lit throughout my time that were either smothered or left behind to die, embers of some still glowing in your memory. Constantly searching you find sparks of the past, most unable to be rekindled. It seems along your path you leave pieces of your self, given away or taken, you can never regain those. So you are fragmented across time without possibility of ever being whole. I am alone. A fraction of the man I set out to be. We all wear the mask of what we choose to show everyone, so afraid to ever let down the veil in fear of being exposed. No peace is ever found. Maybe we are meant to be isolated behind all the barriers we have constructed.
H R Davis