home | the town where i belong

i asked my room.

is this the right place for me?
is this the place where i belong?

my room whispered quietly.

i'm sorry. no. my floor is no longer clean. the smell is awful

so i left.

i asked my living room.

is this the right place for me?
is this the place where i belong?

my living room replied softly.

i'm sorry. no. the tv is broken and you can't watch it anymore.

so i left.

i asked my house.

is this the right place for me?
is this the place where i belong?

my house answered gently.

i'm sorry. no. my roof can no longer protect you from rain and heat.

so i left.

i asked the park.

is this the right place for me?
is this the place where i belong?

the park shouted loudly.

no! you don't belong here! somebody gets here before you, so go away!

i cried.
then i left.

it's getting dark.
i need to find a place for me to rest.
but then a thought flashes before my mind.

then i ask my heart.

is this the right place for me?
is this the place where i belong?

half my heart casts a warm smile.
he said.

wherever you go, this is your home.

and then the other half of my heart hugs me comfortly.
she said.
...

i'm all right and i'm staying here with you.

so i stay.

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