It was a ride.. Lone soul to find life back within him.. The warm breeze, the dust, the negativity that blurred his vision.. The defense, the hatred, the guilt that made others grow, but him.. It was his decision to take this ride to a known far land.. The trust, made him see the place with his eyes closed.. The love, that made him ponder about himself.. 'Why not me?' is what he told himself.. Two arms and two legs moved, but his soul didn't.. His soul wanted to see the destination.. He touches the skies with his bare hands.. Familiar faces, standing beside him, though he has no one around him.. He doesn't stop.. He looks around.. He sees everyone there, but him.. He wants to see himself there, but the blurred vision forces him.. He fights his vision, his soul empowers his mind.. His vision comes back.. It's not blurred anymore.. He sees himself, happy, content, free... He's free from the shackles of negativity.. He loves the moment.. He finds peace instantly.. It takes a few seconds for him to realize he's back... He smiles.. Contented with the moment, his soul is pure now.. For how long though? For a long time he says.. He takes a deep breath and comes back.. Comes back to life, his soul now connected to his body.. The soul says "I'm home"...