I wonder when it's going to be time to leave. This magical place. Where the mountains keep me safe. Where the cows graze silently. Where everything is lush and full and green. Where the world exists in an imaginary bubble.
I wonder if I'll know. When the right time comes. To let go. To return. To grow.
In truth - I returned to my own home and my own life - awhile ago. And yet - I'm still there. I'm not ready to leave. My body is one place - here. My head and my heart are in another - there.
I cling. I hold on. I feel secure - in that memory. I knew who I was and where I belonged. I knew where I fit. I now know only that I know nothing.
There will be a time - I'm certain. I don't know when....but I do know that it will happen. Eventually. When I'm stronger and bigger. When I'm ready.
I'll let go and leave. I'll return and begin.