Finally. Back home. The place in this world where I belong.
Somehow I always forget about those small things that make it home. The clear water. Such real water. Silence. What silence singing out and filling every empty space. Untouched. The place where no man has a word.
Home is where the heart is. My heart is here. It's good to visit one's heart every once in a while, right?
Then... why? Why? Why do I have to leave? It would be so easy to simply not go back.
"Go. Go! It's the simplest thing in the world! See those trees? Just walk to them, then in them. Then don't stop."
A voice in my head. "You won't be happy."
"And why not!?" I want to yell it out to the whole world. "This is my home and I am going to stay here!"
"In due time."
Slowly I walk back to the car. It's hard to believe that I am walking away from my own home. Leaving it. Everything in me tells me to turn and run, go back where I belong.
But I don't. Not yet.
So I keep going and once again leave my heart behind. And the pain of it ripping out is just as strong as the first time I left it.
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