From the center of my being I feel a tug - as if my heart, on a leash, is being led to the place where I once lived. Hesitant it is because so many others refuse to follow and I wonder - do I refuse to go alone?
From the top of my being I feel a pull, stronger than my soul, something greater than I, something more solid than thought. Thinking if I would - perhaps it is a memory, urging me back to the place where I should be - where I am truly home.
From the bottom of my being I feel a spark, small, but bright, bright and quick. Flying through consciousness, crossing space and time. I stumble across a place void of meaning and through senselessness to a place where I should stay, but have not yet arrived.
From the whole of my being I feel an urge, more demanding than a craving, more of a need than a thirst. What is it that I seek? Is it that which I already have? Should I turn and run into the darkness or simply languish in the light?
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