Thoughts while Traveling

I have not written in a long while. I think it takes too much energy. What is there to say, really? Sometimes I wonder if I have anything to say at all. Life changes. People live and they die. The trees grow, leaves fall, and then they are bare. I keep hearing a melody playing inside of me that sounds like it has been carried through the wind and over hills and valleys...and it's almost like a memory itself. I want to be there again...
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"I've been feeling kind of restless. I've been feeling out of place. I can hear a distant singing, a song that I can't write, but it echoes in what I'm always trying to say. . There's a feeling I can't capture. It's always just a prayer away. I want to know the ending, things hoped for but not seen, but I guess that's the point in hoping anyway. . Chorus: Going home, I'll meet you at the table. Going home, I'll meet you in the air. You are never too young to think about it. Oh, I cannot wait to be home . I'm confined by my senses to really know what you are like. You are more than I can fathom, more than I can guess, and more than I can see with human sight. . But I have felt you with my spirit. I have felt you fill this room. This is just an invitation, a sample of the whole, and I cannot wait to be going home. . Chorus . Face to face how can it be? Face to face how can it be? Face to face how can it be?"

The mood has changed. The seasons have changed. I know I have grown older because the days have turned into months and the months years. But still, I ask..."where am I?" Sometimes I find it hard to believe that "HOME" really exisits...but...it must! And one day I will be there, free of all this...
Where I was created to exist. A place where I fit...one voice in a mass of worshippers ...wth one goal, one objective, one focus. No division, no awkwardness, no "reading between the lines..."

Freedom.