day 236

HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS

WHERE YOUR BODY BECOMES ONE WITH THE WIND

WHERE YOUR SOUL CAN GET LOST BUT FEEL FOUND AT THE SAME TIME

WHERE THE VEINS IN YOUR PALMS MATCH THE BLUEPRINTS TO YOUR JOURNEY

I've dreamt of holding hands with new cities

and kissing strangers with foreign names

I've always wanted to be a part of someone else's new beginning

way before I even knew where I belonged

After memorizing lips that belonged to abandoned households
I had never felt a sense of belonging until I realized the absence of love around me
I REALIZED I HAD FILLED THE VOID IN MY HEART AFTER WAKING UP NEXT TO A HOME I CALLED STRANGER

Sometimes I've forgotten I've made a home here

That my heart is a gypsy with a destination

First stop:

to go back to the place that called me DAUGHTER when I forgot the meaning of family

So
WHENEVER YOU FEEL LOST
Remember your soul was born in the name of a river that has grown strong enough to write its own history