A few choice words that come to mind...
every time I go back home.
The people, the memories, the feelings.
Its like walking through a haze,
I never know which memory I will bump into.
All of a sudden a whiff of smell will entice me and remind me
of my mum's perfume.
A person's sillouette would remind me of an old love forgotten.
The colors of wall remind me of the home which was there forever.
The hug of an old friend made me feel loved and secure again.
Yet I met people who made me feel inadequate.
People who I might have met in the passing.
Yet they commented on me and my life as if I owed them.
Thats which sent me spinning in the twilight zone.
Vague and insignificant people, all of a sudden looming huge in my face....
their expressions distorted and mean.
All in all a trip back home is always surreal.....a trip down the twilight zone.......
