home isn’t always where the heart is

Back at home after a sunshine vacation.  All of which was good, except for the sick flight home.  I thought I was looking for the summer ~ seems the truth is, I was trying to fill an empty place in my heart.

Today, here in England it’s cold, wet, grey.  My friends are acting strangely.  I’ve been as sick as a dog for a week.

I’m beginning to wonder if coming home was such a good idea.

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

time I found a way to fly away