home.

Is home a place where the heart dwells?
A place where memories linger
and cannot be demolished by time?
Or is home that place that dwells in the heart?
Where the past is the present 
and the emotions of the days are permanent and never fade away.
Home.
that place where memories are clearer than the minute that just passed.
where moving forward is an issue.
and putting a foot in the past isnt.
for the whole body is taken aback.
as the sidewalk ends,
keep one foot in the abyss.
keep an eye on reality.
for the past is gone
even though the heart might think otherwise, as it
continues to linger in the forsaken home.
breathe in desires of the past.
and watch the dust reinact the events in the past held closest to the heart.
as home is nowa fragment of the imagination.
it is now an illusion.
An illusion like the time that separates.
if its an illusion,
then the mind can break it.
it can be broken.. ken.
can you hear the echo?
cause the emptiness is overwhelming.
for if home is where the heart the is.
then i guess i left my heart in haiti.
maybe thats why the echo is heard 
for the lost piece of me resides there too 
♥