a new home to call home.

i seem to have left what was home and familiar again. i believe i like the discomfort of the strangeness of land. i enjoy moving from my attachment to stillness. always pacing from one earth to the next, i will re-write the map again. i look back to the moments in my life, and how much clarity there is from a distance. sometimes i regret so eagerly going as if there was no emotion in the movement. but then i think back to my dreams and how they are never encumbered by one station or one exit sign. perhaps i was meant to be like a stream, moved by gravity, in the direction of earth patterns.