Sticks and Stones

Home

I want to go home. I sit in my house and think to myself how much I want to go home. The sad thing is I don't know where home is anymore. For years, you were my home. My home got burned, so I'm left with an empty lot of land.

My heart yearns to find my new home, but the other places don't do it the way this one did. Raindrops are slowly falling and ruining the beautiful days I've had. The ground is no longer a pretty jade green but more of a poison yellow. The trees were cut down from their places and only stumps are left.

As I stand on the remains of a beautiful home, I feel my heart break again. Every time I think of you, my heart shatters over and over. We were so perfect for each other that it was bad.

Though, I will find a new home. It may not be as perfect as ours, and that's okay. My next home will have great attributes and I will love it. It's not my dream home, but it will keep me warm and happy. That's all I need. Who know, maybe my dreams will change.