Now that I home

Now that Im Home, I miss being a tourist.

not being lost, but the madness in being.

I don't miss the time, but the life in it.

 Not the moments, but the time in it.

I miss being a unknown, to know who I am. 

I miss being in the void, I can't see with the maze in front of me. 

Puzzles that I solved long ago.

I want to feel, not knowing what I'm suppose to know.

 a craving of a cold wind,

an addiction of emptiness, a habit of nothingness, 

an art of being.

Now that im home, I feel I have been.