As the universe continues to lead us to believe that home is where our hearts belong, mine continues to wander off, taking my eyes along with it, leading me to finding beauty in each and every colour the world consists of, causing my ears to yearn for a different kind of music, the kind you only hear once in a while, designed for ears hard to please and poetic souls, souls drawn to writing, souls drawn to filling the paper with ink, telling the tales of the broken, telling the tales of the torn and as I stare at the stars, with satisfaction, my heart smiles at me as the light the stars bring along continues to stare, continues to glance at a wild heart, a wandering heart.
