Sometimes we don’t know where our home is. We don’t know where our heart is. And like birds, we want to fly away lalala

7 thoughts on “When Home Seems Far Away

  1. Your melancholy is the sweetest thing that hits me, baby. It’s poetic. It’s echoing. It’s in the heart. The heart is where the home is. Including all the ones that are loved & already gone. Including all these that will step in & will be loved. But nobody will ever be loved like a love you & what you do to me.

    All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.

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