Here I sit in a world where all should be stable, I live in a beautiful house in a nice neighborhood with a beautiful woman, with whom I love with all my heart. I have been on psych meds for months now, my psychiatrists says that I'm stable and yet my mind longs to be elsewhere.

For some time now I have been fighting the urge to just get up and leave where I am and go back to the life I used to live. I miss living on the edge, living homeless not knowing where I'm going, I miss the excitement of the streets, I miss in danger, the uncertainty and the freedom.

Am I mad? Insane? I don't know, but if I am I miss it.

The Wolf