I have no home.

Oh yes, I have a house that I stay in, do not think that is what I mean. But, I have no home. No place for the heart to call its own.

I dream of a shore near another world, of the girl who steals the stars themselves.

What a phrase, home is where the heart is. It can hardly be comprehended how true a thing to say is that. I've never been all there, at least not where other people count it. I've never been fully tied down to this world, I've never even been tied down to my own mind.

My heart grew up much quicker than anything else, and it flew away. Only problem in being so much stronger than everything else is that everyone else tends to loathe you, and hearts cannot take much loathing before they are hurt almost beyond repair.

Home is where the heart is, and my heart no longer wants to give itself to anyone other than the one who has given me no malice. It doesn't want the pain of the others anymore, just her peace. Her peace that is so complete, it fills my being in its entirety.

It's just that, the line between what lies in my mind and the real world is so blury to me now. I don't know what's in my head, and what's not. I can't remember anymore, what's real and what's not, and if I can't remember then it doesn't matter. Except the times when what's not real reminds me, then it becomes the greatest loss I've ever lived through, again, and again, and... again. I can't just forget, I can never just forget, I have to live through it, no matter how much it may hurt.


-Halefire, oh love of mine, where is my heart today? With you, in some tucked away part of existence? Keep it safe my love, my beautiful flickering Hale Fire.


~ Ethan Andrée