Home

My ears are bleeding listless melodies a pack of dogs fighting over a bone, home is that place you go to when you’re hungry, tired and alone. Familiar places friendly faces, kick off your shoes and come on in, a little piece of home is everywhere in all the places that I’ve been. What’s your name? Where are you from? I know I’ve seen your face before, some other time some other place I’ve seen your shadow on the floor. Where have you been since I saw you last? How many lives have you lived since then? Have you found the answers to the questions we used to ponder way back when?