I’m just trying to find somewhere that feels like home. A place to be comfortable and look up at the sky knowing it won’t all come crashing down in the blink of an eye. I tried to climb the highest mountain to see what I have yet to find, but all I see is smoke that hazes out the direction I want to go in. I tried to run fast enough to take off into the sky, but gravity kept me down. My skin was stretched too tight and nothing ever fits the way I feel. For now I have the labyrinth of mirrors that reflects back a person I do not recognize, but I’ll race through that maze as fast as I can trying to find the light. I’m just trying to find somewhere that feels like home. I am trying to find you.