back home again

The train's been still for an hour now. As everyone's wondering what's holding them up, I'm wondering if you can see the same side of the moon.

I finally pull into the driveway of the old house that's hosted eighteen years of my life. Thoughts of you temporarily subside. I set my purse on the floor next to the leather love seat and my overweight, yet handsome cat stretches his body across it, as if keeping me from leaving again. I smile at him. I missed you too.

Familiarity proves comforting, and I begin collecting things to bring back to my new home.

Old pictures. Memories that can never escape. Moments that can never be erased. Time has no relevance to the people staring back at me. The childhood images take me back to days of laughter and pure happiness.

Those days left me long ago. The days of innocence, naivety, and oblivion - gone. My imagination will never be as splendidly irrational. Rational thought has become a gift...or burden? Both. Because of which, I snap back to reality.

I come back to Lampasas now because it's old - old and familiar and comforting. I come to bask in my barefoot, play-day past, to get away from the present life I lead with rational thought. My mind that was once run by endless make believe has been corrupted by time. But that's life.

The stars shine with a "welcome back" gleam that lets me know they're glad to have me back. They always shine brighter in Lampasas.