Home, they say is where the heart is. If this is true then I do not have a home. My heart is nowhere, maybe my home is nowhere too.

Most people if they are quiet, they are quiet at school but loud at home. But for me it is or was vice versa. I used to be afraid of talking, that some people thought I was shy or quiet by nature.

I am not though. I always have something to say. Even if I don’t, I always want to say something.

My mind is chaotic, my heart is wild. I just did not have the space to set it free. I have always kept my inner child locked in, that it does not know freedom even when it is right in front of me.

I wonder when will my heart be somewhere, so I can also have a home.