There’s a constant longing inside my soul, I harbor it like a lost love that has disappeared into the mists. Except, this longing is for a place I don’t know of, a land that I have never been to. My mind wanders on the possibilities of ‘where’ and ‘what if?’

What if I just drop everything and pulled out all the cash I had left, take the next flight to nowhere, and just disappeared?

Where would my own insanity take me? Would I even make it out there in the world?

There’s so many questions, and yet no definite answers to the hidden question that lay beneath my soul.

Where do I go home to when I don’t even know where it exists?