if something we never knew we had disappears do we miss it?

would you miss me if i were gone?

sitting at my desk i hear the persistent humming of the air conditioner
and as my fingers fly across the keynboard and the clicks of the alphabets fill the room i think about how strange it feels to finally be back here again.
its comforting without a doubt to be back in the familiar comforts of my four walls but somehow
i feel misplaced.

theres like this vice like grip around my heart
and its tightening its claws around me making it hard to breathe
unwillingly the hot tears spill from my eyes and trail down my cheeks.
i'm not sad really
i'm still half way up the sky among the birds and my pretty clouds
maybe its just because i know that its almost time to return to the ground.

free falling and not sure i like it.