Away

Home sweet home. There is no place like home. Home is where the heart is. The heart knows not what it wants. The head is messing with the heart, the heart is playing with the head. The head wants to know what it wants. The heart won't let it decide. Bottleneck. Conflict. Frustration. Despair. Detachment. Delusion. Lost.

Mental block. Heaviness. Burden. Careless. Carefree. There just aren't enough adjectives and adverbs. Just blank somethings and punctuation marks. Where is the heart? At home. Where is home? A place where you want to be. In somebody's arms, with not a care about the world. In the depths of someone's eyes, wanting to drown, deeper. Running though a field of dreams, with green grass and blue skies, holding someone's hand. Away from everything else, everyone else. Except that someone.

Talk without talking. Walk miles without tiring. Keep looking at her without thinking, about anything. Just be. And feel the magic. Of being together. Forever. Until the clock runs out. And you wake up. And the dream has been taken away. Bringing you even closer. To the heart.