Something about simple things...

Soon, i will come back to myself.

I am already doing this.

And i do not hurry, nor worry.

I see myself coming home.

I see myself walking a known road.

I see myself coming back to that road that i left behind years ago.

I see my home, myself.

Myself is my home.

When i will come back to myself, i will be home again.

And when i'll be home again, the light and warmth in my home will be eternall and innocent.

For when i will be home, all will be in my home.

For then is when i will have all the world and the whole world will have me.

And i know this because i am aware of this.