they say home is where the heart is, but what do you do when home doesn’t call anymore or, when home gets too busy and forgets you exists? what do you do when home makes you feel unwanted? is it home if you’re the only one caring? home is the heart because it’s where you thrive, but my home has been dead for quite a time. i didn’t notice the weak heartbeat until it was too late. home went from being a phone call away, to now i have no place to stay. my home was filled with fake plants, only good for decoration, but don’t you dare depend on them for clean air. my home was filled with alcohol and fun, but became empty when i wanted to sober up. my home was emptied in the blink of an eye, and now i’m wondering, if i was calling the wrong place home all of this time.