they say home is where your heart is. i don't know where my heart is. i must have misplaced it a long time ago, lost among my broken dreams and forgotten memories
i'm not sure of anything anymore. if home is where my heart is, why is my chest hollow when i return "home" each day? the house of my parents is not my home, clearly.
home is not where my heart is. my heart is far away from here, floating through the stars; my heart is at the bottom of the ocean, discovering the unknown. my heart is nowhere to be found.