Home is where my feet take me

I've found something new. That home isn't where the heart is or where we are together. It's where I lay under my favorite tree in the woods and let the shallow breeze break over me. Where the sun collides with my skin and where the sounds of nature brush against me. This is home, though there is home in other locations. I find home while sitting in my car with my head against the window looking out on the world. It's my own personal fish tank yet it captures the world for my eyes to see. I see humanity. The way they walk, talk, and breath. It's beautiful really, it is. I see their interaction and it brings a irremovable smile to my face. This is true happiness.

I've attempted to find new ways to describe home but I always end up walking in circles to the same spot. I tried to place and shove three angels I truly loved into the shapes of my life but in the end they shoved back. I was able to put two of the three true loves into their space. Not the originally designated spaces but they are in my life. They fit so perfectly but alas I am not perfect. I was and am unable to fit that third angel in. I can't and won't, unfortunately because she was once my home. In the end she was a vulture, not an angel. Now, I say fly away.

So I was wrong three times. What of it? I'm through being right or wrong so I give up on taking chances of the heart. Though through all the searching I was able to understand myself better and where home is. Home is where my feet take me. Home is where ever I may be. Whether it be in the safety of my own bed, in a back alley way shivering from the cold, or on the ocean shore soaking up the sun's warmth.