i visit places to see where i want to go away to. but i know where i want to be. a heart to you may be different than a heart to me but the utter desparation and overwhelming emotion connected so vivdly with losing a place where i felt that i fit in so well, is something that is mine, shared by those who were there and could never be fully understood by those looking in. as if you've never looked for such a place for yourself. you have been your whole life. wouldn;t you call it home, too?