We spend our days searching searching for a home a sound a feeling that we're not alone we think thats we've found it but once we settle in it doesn't last the time it took to put our bags in "home is where the heart is" is what we often hear but to the heartless it most likely seems to be clear the homeless ones are the ones who stay inside... there's a whole world out there why are you trying to hide?
Our home is in the movement in running at midnight it's the quietest sound of grass when you walk barefoot through sunlight it's the laughs that weren't planned it's the putting down your phone where you truly find home
I found home in a person who spent their energy lying to me thought it was fun to hear the stories see how energetic they could be but once it was time to move i didn't take pity i don't regret leaving my worst friend chloe
Now my home is in rehearsals in the book i plan to write in the words of those who care and in my parents it might be spite but thats alright for the time being because i can be alone until 2018 when i find a new home
2018 is when i plan to be emancipated. i hope all you lovely people out there find a moving home, because life is movement, don't miss it.