Gone and always thinking to be back to the place I call home.

Where my heart and mind are, where my soul remains.

My mule physical behavior keeps me at bay and forced to stay away.

Thoughts oscillating in my brain like a pool swirl in dismay.

Neurons composing and marching straight like an army to take control.

Dendrites not staying firm, but rather confused with no direction.

The feeling of intense agony manifesting time as nonexistent.

The day to return nears but living is no guarantee.

The place is there and it will be there until the end.

Will I be back while you still there?