I fell out of love with the bottom half of the sky today. It reminded me of home. I've grown weak carrying a half splintered heart. It only floats on the third Wednesday of the month and holidays that start with "yesterday." It's all the same. I'd rather drown. I think home is where you don't feel so alone. I've tried, you know. It's all the same. I've left two voicemails for whoever lives here now. I think they're sorry they're so empty. It's just been so quiet lately. I am tired, and so very far from home.