Double Edge Paradox

My home is something that cannot be measured.

It is my true addiction in this world.

I find myself traveling to my home in the darkest of times and in the brightest as well.

It is an uncontrollable craving that is burned in my soul.

My home helps me to escape the bounds of time so my focus and judgment of the world tends to get cloudy.

My home helps me feel whole but miniscule collectively.

This is the most beautiful place in my world while in realistically it somewhat stunts me.

I know I must stay grounded in reality but I cannot help being a dreamy person.

I want to blend both worlds together badly because if I am honest I cannot have one without the other.

My potential is monumental, oppositely I feel constricted because my mind takes away the physical drive of completion here.

My home connects the dots of who I am and I will slowly unfold those puzzle pieces as I continue to learn what it is trying to tell me.

My home is so comfortable that it is almost uncomfortable.

In its chaos reveals beauty and I choose to indulge in all it gives me.