Inkpaw

Who am i?
such a question 
it leaves you searching in the dust of old ideas 
and broken dreams
for something 
that still doesn't sound right

it makes you crazy trying to determine something 
anything

home.
such a confusing thing
for me 
home is not a place
though if i had to choose one
id say vermont
home 
is long grass
swaying in the breeze
just waiting for children to come run through it with bare feet

Things fade
from view
all that's left 
is you 
not even 
it's a silhouette 
only a shadow
of the person I knew
where are you?
lost in the maze of your mind
trying to find your sanity 

paper airplanes 
of thought 
carried away from me
by the breeze of new things
and old things
now remebered
wind in my soul 
as i laugh through the pain 
of growing up 
storms on my tongue