Home is where I am alone

I'm alone. I'm sitting in my room looking around hoping and wishing that there was more carbon dioxide in here. I wish there was someone here that could breath with me. Sometimes I feel empty. Like all the water that composes my arms and legs has been drained out into the ocean. I wish to live in a port city so that I can get that water back. I'll call it home and I will start to feel not as alone as this room proves itself to be. I will have someone to help and breath with me. They will hold me when I am scared and they will catch my tears when I cry and they will be there for me when I find myself overwhelmed with happiness at their presence. They will be home. They will be mine. They will be my home.