I am still not sure if this is a statement or a question to be honest,
I really feel disconnected, like not even my home feels like home to be honest. I don’t know how else to explain this, but I thought I would have “warm and fuzzy” feelings being back here, but I don’t. Not that I am not glad to be back and certainly not because I am not enjoying the comfort… but it feels like it lost its heart. Maybe I was the heart (and soul) of my home? Perhaps I have been on this “journey” for so long that I am truly disconnected from everything and to a certain degree, everyone. Just me and my heart, on the road to (nowhere).
A friend sent me this picture a week or so ago and I cannot help but to love this thing… monster in the picture with this inquisitive expression on “it’s” face holding up his heart with a big smile, the only things he is travelling with. Perhaps the only thing missing is the fact that the other hand is not hitch-hiking, asking for a lift in which ever direction you are going. It feels a little familiar, like this could perhaps be me in the picture. Nothing else but me and my heart and a smile… (since the coke is gone).
On a different note, I started making a list again. I know, no planning, but lots to be done this week, people to see and places to go… wait no, no places to go please.
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4 November 2024
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