I feel like a stranger here; yet this place is familiar to me.
Maybe I feel more like a visitor; stopping through, leaving with souviners.
Nah, an outsider; I know of these surroundings, but I don't know them.
Then again, maybe it's just my need for reconnection that's making me feel this way.
I miss this place, I miss my family, I miss your love.
Hello, it's me, Larie, "The Prodigal Blogger"