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.