Homecoming

Searching for a single word to describe the storm inside of me, just one word to hold it all - the ache, the longing, the fragile hope tangled with fear. The silent missing of something I can't name nor remember, like the sadness I feel for a love song or the sound of your laughter lingering in a quiet hallway.

No, my storm does not speak in such simple terms. It circles around me, familiar yet suffocating. Like memories of a lost love, old pain holding me too tightly in hollow echoes through this once meticulously constructed labyrinth.

They cling to me like shadows - friends I never asked for - trailing me to its center. Nothing left but to plunge headlong into the abyss, sweet with decay, this void I call home.