Home

It's late at night.  Something in me moves.  It's a strange combination of anxiety and nerves. I stare at the canvas before me.

Why am I nervous?

I center myself.  Breathe in and out.  

I want to go home. I want to go home.

I look around.  I am home.  I'm in my studio, at home.

I want to go home.  Please, I want to go home.

It's a feeling I can't shake, it's haunted me for awhile now.  I'm too afraid to a admit that home isn't a here and now, it's a time and place, maybe even a person.

I want to go home.