Time passes too fast when you're having fun

It starts with a burgeoning, visceral dread.

An unexplainable down-ness

Where you wish real hard that it's all a really bad dream

Where you can pinch yourself and awake to a bright sunny morning 

In a place where you always want to be

Where you won't have to drag your feet across the shiny airport floors

Lugging a bag along with a heart that seems heavier than the luggage itself

Climbing up the dull metal stairs off the airplane

Only wishing you could turn back and run far away from that metallic giant bird

Which you know will carry you off to a place you won't ever wanna be

Where you'll be greeted by the o-so familiar sight of downness, misery and all unhappy things

Where you'll sink into an alternate unknown personality

foreign even to yourself

And mentally shut yourself to the surrounding world

trying to lock in as many memories of your hometown

grasping on to them like a lifeline

just to keep on going 

The small sparkle of hope- being able to go home once again

Its all that you're focus on

Your agenda, your motto

Nothing matters more

Than to be able to leave that place

and arrive home

to everything that is familiar

I Loath going back.....