Dreams

Introduction

Place to place.
Is all I have ever known
I really have no where to call home
They say it's my heart
They say it's my soul
But really
How will I ever know?

I put my hair back and stare blankly at the poem. It's not a haiku, or a specific type of poem, but it is a special one to me. I've always had trouble speaking my mind to people. In fact, I really don't speak that much at all. Of course I always give the occasional how my day went to my mom, but even then they were one worded answers. Now, I'm not completely a loner, I have a few friends here and there. But my real friends, are my pen and paper.