i am a broken soul longing to go home.

i feel like a fraud living on this earth.

home.

my house isn't my home.

my real home is somewhere not in this realm.

it is a place where my soul no longer feels the coldness of an empty being.

the house i am in is this world. this world is a prison cell and i am unable to escape even though the doors are wide open with the keys sitting in my own hand.