Hollow Sanctuary
Pressing palm to breastbone, it is said this replicates an embrace. I sleep at night with hand firmly centered over my heart to know this dire longing. To find home, I've been on this quest for a while now, maybe my whole life. Few corners call to that place where a body and soul can fully land, and slow. Looking far and wide, I seek solace but find none. Home - define this, describe it, what does it feel like, taste like? Is there a map I can get there, on my own, in the dark? I keep looking.