Weekly Creative Writing #13

His steps are flagging through the glass and steel of a foreign city.  He’s there, but he really isn’t.  Like the sun, which manages to shine the same on places so distant from each other as to seem to share no commonality but this light, thus is he.  How could he not be?  He is well accustomed to packing for trips, but he always leaves one thing behind at home no matter where he travels to: his heart.  How hard it must be for those around him, he thinks.  Those who keep their heart with them at all times.  Those who have no place to leave it.  Who refuse to share it.  Surely, it hurts to leave your heart behind and be elsewhere, but is the pain not better than the numbness of keeping it with yourself?  For as long as you leave your heart behind you, you know you’ll return.  Return to the people who make your life worth living and who make the sun glad in your eyes.  And that is why home is so strong, why it is so magical... you’re there, because when you left, whatever for, you forgot your heart.


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