Saturday, November 29, 2014

He is home; which I left eons ago to be a vagabond. I feel the absence of warmth even during harsh summer months. A slight ray of light acts as elixir, only on certain occasions, but I'm mostly cold and depraved of the warmth.
I am now a gypsy, since the home is where the heart is and my heart is homeless.

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