There is no more a sacred feeling than going home, home where things make sense and thinking is a non-requisite. But we get older, and home is relative, and where we belong becomes the same level of question as what God looks like. So home becomes an idea in our head and we close our eyes to try to remember and feel the security it gave us during childhood. A memory as important as our heartbeat, that will fade just the same.
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