People say home is where your heart is. But what if you don't know where your heart is or if you know, you can't use it? Like an atrofied muscle or like a broken mechanism, or like broken trust...
Friends are like a second family, a family of your own which you create at your own will, as it is your option who you become friends with or not.But what if they can't make you feel like you are home either?
What if your home is on renovation for whatever reasons? People are trying to fix it to make it last longer, to make it look better or to just change the view in order to make it all better.Can you still call it home?
And what if , at a certain moment in time, you find home? The only place where you find your inner peace, you give and you receive love in the same amount, where you listen to your favourite music, though nothing is playing except absolute silence, where everything is perfect with all the imperfections?It is there that you taste happiness, that you rediscover your innocence and are given rebirth. Still, if you lose it all, what do you do? Who do you turn to?
You stand alone...
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