My head is light. Am I happy?
My heart is heavy. Something isn't right.
I feel as though I'm missing something.
Some piece of information just beyond my grasp.

I feel as though I am listening to the white noise of suspense.
I feel as though I am tasting blood from a broken heart.
I feel as though I am touching the velvety fringes of mystery.
I feel as though I can smell souls going up in flames.
I feel as though I can speak and my words will never exist.

Home is where the heart is.
Hell is where the mind is.
But Heaven may yet be reached.