Home: you break my heart as much as you make it.
I don't always know where to find you; if the diaspora was a land, I'd inhabit it. The dream of you is a world inside me - and I live there no matter where my feet are.
Home.
When I zoom out, you are a world without borders. Mountains and fields and sea. The rocky shape of my heart. Generations spent against the same plum trees to pine trees to olive trees. The same goats to milk each morning and wood to burn each night. The governments play their chess games, but we on the ground are the same people; the same blood. The same roots entwining entwining entwining before we knew how to draw lines around them. My bracelet is only string - I promise you the human heart is stronger. Means more to me.
Come; let's boil our coffee together and forget to argue about its name.
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The Borders in Our Veins
Romance"They say the war freezes and thaws. I wish I never met you when it was frozen. Because you'll hate me someday, and I won't bear it. Is it crueler for the prisoner to have once known pastures?" In this fictionalized setting, childhood best friends A...
