dear avid reader of my blog:

Hello, goodbye. I dont know you, you dont know i. Why do i type this? I know not why. Why the hell am i trying to rhyme everything? Because then it'll be a lullaby. Stop, just stop. Stop reading this and go do something more meaningful, like read a book or listen to some music or go search how a moment is really a measurement of time.

"Home is where the heart is. But my heart is here. So I must be home"
The Time Traveler's Wife

But what if our heart no longer knows where it is, or if it struggles to make sense of anything or everything, or if its just dead? Where shall we go to, run to?