Home is where your heart is.
But my heart is with you, so no wonder why I feel so out of place.
I want to be somewhere else. Somewhere wild, with a yellowish desert and only a single tent within miles.
I want to scream to void, hear myself echoing. I want to whisper in your ear things I don't dare to scream out loud.
I want to be somewhere where the storms blow at night, lifting your tent and swirling it around.
I want to be blown away into the night. Maybe just for the ride. Maybe to prove myself I'm not such a cold hearted piece of stone.
So why do I feel secure in the cold desert and not near my northern beach, you ask?
Maybe because 'Home is where your heart is'.
There's something that makes me feel secure about conveying my thoughts in English.
It keeps only the most dedicated around.
It keeps out those who I don't wish to see me as naked as I am in here.
There's something comforting in feeling nothing, absolutely detached from yourself.
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