
i’m home
yet i feel suffocatingly homesick
i think it’s true that home is not a place;
it’s a heart—to belong to a heart
and be wrapped by its beats
like a blanket under the sky
in a realm of endless
nirvana
i’m home
yet i feel suffocatingly homesick
i think it’s true that home is not a place;
it’s a heart—to belong to a heart
and be wrapped by its beats
like a blanket under the sky
in a realm of endless
nirvana