Where is home? Feel like I'd like to go there.
Is home my lonely apartment? Is it where my family is? Where my friends are?
They say that home is where the heart is, and I believe that. My heart, though, is fragmented, and surely, far from here.
As a child I was happy to have so many places to call home, but over time, these places have drifted. I've drifted; and reaching any of them has become so difficult.
Maybe someday things'll be easier, but until then...
I'll smile for them whenever I can.
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