New Day

Everyday that passes seems to become more and more foggy. It's as if I am walking around in this haze and nothing seems quite real. I have been here before, I know. It is an uncomfortable feeling at the least. It weakens me, saddens me, brings me pain. And in return I search for some kind of solid ground. Maybe that's why I am searching for you again. Is that good? It doesn't seem that way. It seems selfish. Yet, I can barely resist the urge to feel home embracing me again. And in that my weakness overcomes me and I slowly give in with no regard for the future and a mess at my feet.