home. home. the repetition does nothing for me. the furniture, framed pictures, scattered belongings surrounding me now, are familiar. they've been my still, well-behaved companions for years. but this is not my home. i prefer the pillow stitch definition of home: "home is where the heart is." whether it be a house by the beach, or a certain little city whose charm made me feel like i belonged there...my heart now resides in both. and the latter is a place where i will return. because homes are meant not only for dwelling, but returning.
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Oh Alisha. Come home to me. I am where your heart is.
ReplyDeleteA place one returns to and shelters in has to be home. Heart is where the home is.
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