Anonymous asked: My heart is eager to map out the world, but lacks the means. It stretches itself too thin across the Great Plains, and cuts itself atop the jagged Rockies. It freezes against the snowy winds in the Arctic, and burns in the arid land of the Sahara. It gets lost down cobbled Paris streets, and loses its footing at the Great Wall. It drowns on the ocean floor. It searches for a promised land that won't ever be found; it searches for home.