Coming Back Home

Home is where you discover yourself..again and again.

The year is coming to an end and I can say that I have found myself again.

 I can look into myself again, the person staring back at me from the mirror ain't any stranger no more. This is me.This is home. Cynical, arrogant, authoritative and lazy. Spending hours on the rooftop, in the Sun, wind and under the stars, I set my thoughts free, free to race backwards and forwards in time. It's so relaxing.
My eyes drink in the beauty of every fleeting moment. Observing and analyzing. It's good to be back.


Now for the metaphors.

# There is a swarm of mosquitoes here, fighting and clasping over, what looks to me, air. Just plain,simple air. Yet they crowd over this cramped portion. There's plenty of space around here, it's a fucking rooftop. But they're going round and round over that one spot. Is their goal non-existent? Or is it just invisible to me?
It's a good thing they aren't bothering me though ;)