My Heart
I am here again. I am supposed to be happy – we are home again. But I'm not. Home is where the heart is, and my heart is in the past. My heart is ancient history, written in dusty scrolls and told around fires. My heart is dead, grieved for and buried many years ago. My heart is the people, the Beasts I knew. They are gone, and this is not home anymore. It is the same place, with the same name, but it is not the same at all. Nothing is the same. Nothing but Aslan. He is the last beat of my heart.