homesick

I can not bear my sickness. The need to go back is so strong, it's something primal. Liquid candy fills my ears, my eyes fill up with glorious visions and sweet sensations fill my being. It's almost too sweet to endure. I smile and rhythm fills my soul. I recollect.

Pure is the heart at first when we depart. Something special, and adventure awaits. No expectations, little worries, no fear. Blue skies and a dusty lake. A travelers dream.

Wrapped in warmth and blister kisses, exploration prevails and sets us free. It's the heart that shows us the way home.

Delicious. I revel in it, enjoying it's simplicity. Dripping slowly down my skin it sets me on fire.