There's that feeling of home we strive for. It's human nature. That feeling can be found within the arms of another or the company of those we hold dear, even in the house we were raised in. It's the place we are most comfortable, the most ourselves. But let's consider the fact that some people haven't found this place; they haven't found their home.
I had a dream the other night and I found that place; I had found my home. It felt right, the world around seemed to melt away. Then I awoke and reality kicked in. I was left with two options: my home was within my mind, in my dreams, or my home I would never visit again. For, my home was in the arms of another, the arms of someone too far away, too unobtainable, someone conjured up my pretty ideas and vivid imagination. And that, my friends, is how you break your own heart.
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