Home The waves crash on the shore, leaving crackling shells behind. We walk on them, not knowing that we’re breaking them into pieces. You gently brush your hand against mine, trying to find something. Something that feels like home. The home that those broken shells could’ve been if we hadn’t stepped on them. The home we have longed for since our world began crumbling down. The home we can’t have, because it’s broken. Broken into pieces.